K. F. L. Y. Y.

The wind on my skin is so cold, I could freeze. My eyes are sore, and red, and tearing up. I barely have control over most of my senses. I feel immortal with a weight on my chest that pushes outward. My head drops left and right, and my body wants to follow. Dark and light, move around as if shadows. The music plays and it carries me away on a ship that sails never to see the light of day. I the numb captain immortal, commandeer this ship alone.

With some leaves in my pipe, and a face so cherry-ripe. I wipe my eyes, and fly this ship on the liquid skies. The birds swim and the fish fly, but there is no help to come to me tonight.

I miss the sound of a voice in the distance, it no longer sings, the mermaids are gone. As I am caught up in this blissful instance, I fall once more to the floor of bone. This ship was built on the backs of men, and men lead it across great distances, just to hear the voice call their name. The sun rises with it’s massive blue. Moby Dick couldn’t compare to the size of this spew. This spittle from the sky of liquid jumps and falls, with a white cloud tidal wave, it splashes us all.

The bunny next to me thinks greatly of my endeavor. It thinks me the king of all that is clever. Alas I itch, and my hair needs a scratch, so I sit and use my boot for that. The bunny is starving so I give it some Chicken Cornflake (TM) and it enjoys the milk-less cereal that makes your daily dose of supposed food roll into one suppressed meal. The sea will do that to you, and you need to maneuver as well as eat.

Yes!

The sun shines and calls me, the shirtless, Captain of this ship. The light of the smokey stars start to fade as they rock me to my sleep of days. I sleep in the daylight but I am no vampire. It is but the simplest of things, a plant I admire.

(c) AnachronicWorks 2012

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God Save The Trees, Long Live The Trees

You grow like you know,
You know you are very strong,
You, the mighty Tree.

Towering around,
The true King of the Jungle,
Ruler of Forests.

Hundreds of feet high,
You are nature’s best creature.
And surely, you live.

You don’t feed on life,
And you can provide for such.
You feed the weaklings.

Great is your power,
Your sacrifice aids all life,
A servant to all.

They chop and stab you.
Yet you do not seek revenge,
You suffer but smile.

The storm will brew, but,
You provide them a shelter,
Until your last breath.

You the Timid Beast,
Take all with you when you fall,
But you live in peace.

The perfect leader,
Your rule is just and righteous.
Father to your sons.

One day all will sing,
Your chants and praises galore,
But indeed I know:

“God will save the trees!”
They sing but no word is meant,
“Long will live the trees!”

(c) Anachronic Works 2012