Earth, hard and soft

It changes with the other elements

It grows tall and provides life

but easily broken. It gives to all

But punishes people who take

More than their own share

The Tree, The Hammer, The Gorilla

Havens spreading until man reaches them

Strength and stability, A Kingdom of Glory

Farmers and Hunters at odds, toiling in nature’s body, but it is not what people think

It is the vines and weeds, the ground and soil

The Earth quakes but it is always solid

brown, soft, trampled, giving

Fire, bright and hot

It conflicts with the other elements

It burns and scars the world

And the people who try to wield It

Breaking-in nature to give more

It builds and destroys

The Flame, The Whip, The Dragon

It is an extremely important tool

Power and Rage, it is their era

Of Renaissance, Warriors and Craftsmen,

Fire does not bend to might

Greedily working this force

Using it for their own skills

red, intangible, hot, fuming

Air, peaceful and violent

Its circles, watching the other elements 

 It breathes and travels around us all

Filling up where we cannot touch

It defends the others when we abuse them

Adding its own strength to theirs

The Wind, The Bow, The Falcon

This would be useless without

Sight and Wisdom, leading

Their judgment, Monks and Prophets,

Air will not leave the world

Unless we overuse what isn’t ours

And there would be no scents left to smell

cyan, filling, moist, journeying

Water, fluid and shifting

It turns and agitates the other elements

It flows and chills the climate

Carrying our own disaster with it

always needed for our own, taking from everything Washing and cleansing

The Drop, The Staff, The Shark

They have a force of life in them

Understanding and adapting, taking away

Their selves Essence, Sailors and Pirates,

Oceans can not run dry

If living creatures give back

And imagine a desolate world that’s to come

blue, quenching, cool, encasing

Hardened and smoothed Stones

Refined and cut to Metal

The strong Mineral

Quick and bright Surges

They fly from the storm in Bolts

The flashing Lightning

Sheen and frigid Frost

Freezing rain and slurry Snow

The reflective Ice

Harmful and thick Smog

The potent and pungent Fumes

The ruinous Toxin

The fire, horrible and scathing

But it was contained

The apartment above mine

A man sleeping on his throne of an armchair

Cigarette loosely between his fingers

Surrounded by the empty glasses

Of warm milk and ale 

The cigarette dropped onto the newspaper

Sitting on the wicker porch furniture

Soon the flame grew and woke its creator

Who in a fright jumped up and tripped

Over his crystal ashtray, leaving consciousness

The flames raged and ate, digesting

The apartment as a meal

After school the kids come home to find ambulances

and fire trucks at the complex

And a large bag marked o by the coroner

The flames never spread, like some will

 To take only that one sprit

But fate missed, because the twin’s brother

Came to visit, sending the man to bed

And taking the couch

He may have been a lousy crook

But he was an excellent guest

Back in the youngster years

I always traveled into the kitchen

Looking for any small morsel

Lookin’ for some Cookin’

Anything she made tasted like my favorite ride

Exciting and enjoyable until the last part was done

 Then she became a cook and mom to others

So my taste developed from plain to barbeque

Went from chocolate to swirl

It helped me change, like she did

A kind word with a more delicious snack

She knows my sandwich by heart

Just like I know how to read her by looks

Even now I still can’t resist

Not all the time

From diet and exercise

It’s a form of love from her

My friends taste it too

Because that’s one thing she always adds

My mother knows me

She knows my friend

Surrounded with vanilla

When I go home I’ll find something made

Chocolate strawberries

That send me to reminisce

And go lay down for a nap

Relaxing… Relaxing

What are we doing today

Tiredness is creeping over

No sleep and a head cold

UGH why are we here?!

Am I behind in my classes yet

I want to call her, but no really

I just want to see her

No teacher, but a sub?

Ok more relaxed than usual

Wait, why isn’t anyone here?

Why am I not allowed to go to the library?

I can’t use this computer either?

I can’t listen to music?

I’m getting my work done!

Fine, I’ll just fall behind

On a Friday Afternoon in English Class Friggin’ Bugs Squirrels dropping their acorn bombs on us Shadows disappear as the camera flashes Foliage setting increasing the green Daddy, with his long legs Crawling around the ground I have him between two sticks Legs flailing in midair Walking away, taking a piss Keeping up the jokes Relaxing on our backs Ladybug on a falling leaf Soft breezes and crumbs from leaves Gives an itching feeling down my back Like a bunch of and trying to make their tunnels Friggin’ Bugs

All day long we trudge for the busy

Accountants or advisors who have such pain-staking jobs

Being paid fifty thousand dollars to tell people how to spend

They don’t work ten hours days a week

To make a normal life possible for themselves

They don’t struggle with yelling from everywhere,

Bosses and guests with nothing to do, because every problem is our fault

That divorce earlier that day, the wrong career choice

Losing that game, that ticket they got

People thinking their birthday plans are special

Enough or the concert they played was so spectacular

That they can dismantle the place?

Make us work ten times harder for an extra hour

For not a thanks but a complaint? Is there a tip?

Of course not, we work to please the customer

Not to pay bills. We can’t have water with us?

Its ninety degrees outside and five hundred in the oven

My mind is boiling because of the anger I can’t release

I will tell you now that not a day goes by

When I don’t want to quit but I wont. Not for the people I serve.

But because of who I work with, and they

Need all the help they can get, along with the right respect

Texting her in the middle of our class

Thinking of the one I love overwhelms me

Hitting the keys hard so they will send fast

When I’m with her it will make me happy

We’ve been talking since one this morning

Haven’t seen the day know as last

These feelings came without any warning

Every time I’m with her I have a blast

Can’t wait ‘til tonight cause she’s coming home

Must free up my schedule so we can chill

I’m happy now so we aren’t alone

Being her boyfriend would be such a thrill

Although they are different in many ways

The devotion we held for them still stays

Those after a fresh steam

Lives speak like feline

Decay it’s an open pool

Ice did heal most blinding

Always from learning the melon perfume

He is fat no more

Embracing his angel

Not her less perfect god

You remember air for there it be sacred

Like warm red star too deep and hard

That day, so nice and clear

Wanting to take a walk

Going to work in a few hours

I got the call in the living room

Did she call from her cell?

It’s Not Important

The restraining order… dropped

I hang up on her

I grab the kitchen knives

Get my keys and go to my car

Did I bring anything else?

It’s Not Important

I’m driving like a cop

Swerving and speeding

I found my dad

So now I can let out my anguish

Did I drive or did he?

It’s Not Important

We go where no one would understand

This crazy sad scene

She calls me back

I yell and hang up

Did I call her a bitch?

It’s Not Important

My friends come when I call them

They’re there for me

Comforting with a brotherly hug

And I cry and explain this horror

Did I explain it right?

It’s Not Important

Knowing they are there for you

Believing your safe with the people with you

Trying to understand why this is happening

Facing your problems with your strength and own kin

Do we leave or protect each other?

That’s What’s Important