I was working in the yard today
     I just enjoy time in the yard.
It gives me the chance to deal with the basic reality of life.
     As the weeds intrude into my beautiful creations and designs
I toil at cleaving them out and bringing back my designs.

As I was digging I realized the similarity to man.
     Life intruding into a garden to grasp a chance to survive,
Just as man intrudes into the garden of the earth grasping at life itself.
     The great difference is the weed doesn’t know it is being intrusive
Its destruction is not for anything but to exist.

As we intrude in the this garden which we did not create
     Is our purpose for survival or for economic gain?
As we destroy this garden which we did not create
     Our intrusion grows greater each year and the destruction is grand
I would rather be a flower in this garden, not a weed

I love my car, I love my job, or I love the opera.
How can you love such things?
Does not love carry expressive sentiment towards life?
A mother’s love for her child:
The love between a man and a woman:
The love shared between a boy and his dog
To love nature and all the glory of its life force
The love of God towards us
We all seek happiness and joy
Yet we fail to see we are looking in the wrong place
With great joy comes great pain
As a mothers pain just prior to giving birth to her joy

“For I wrote you out of great distress and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to grieve you but to let you know the depth of my love for you.”
Corinthians 2:4

Hour Glass

Ninety one hundred and a score of midnights have passed since I was twenty
Then I had the world in my sack and was not willing to negotiate
Time was a humorous affliction for those who were ripened far past me
Pilot, CEO, Diver, Mayor, anything I wanted to be was my floodgate

Ninety one hundred and a score of midnights have terminate
My youth, my energy, my firmness has bowed to deficiency
Youth is a hardship of those poor futureless souls sprouting in my wake
Assisted living, support hose, Forrest Lawn, is what is left for my opportunity

Tigar/Dragon
Last week, well I thought it was last week
I looked in the mirror and saw a young body filled with strength
Today I see a body out of shape with puffy sags
Last week, well I thought it was last week
I could eat 4 Big Mac’s and climb a mountain for fun
Today I measure my food and walking to the other room is a chore

Two days ago, well I thought it was two days ago
I looked at photos I’d just taken and saw myself
Today I look at a photo I’d just taken and see my mother
Two day ago, well I thought is was two days ago
I looked at my mother and saw her
Today I look at my mother and see my grandmother

Yesterday, Well I thought is was yesterday
I was running thinking there was not enough time in the day
Today I think the days are far too long
Yesterday, well I thought is was yesterday
I dreamt that tomorrow I will accomplish my goals
Today I fear my time has past and it’s too late

Today, yes it is today
I am looking back and feeling I’ve failed
Tomorrows are drawing to an end
Today, yes it is today
I plan to better my short tomorrows
Have I wasted my yesterdays?

Tomorrow, yes tomorrow
I hope I don’t look back at my yesterdays with regret
For my yesterdays are my present today’s