People Vs. Persons

People are the worst ones
But boy do I love persons.


Storm (Part IV)

(Read Part I, Part II and Part III.)

Kew’s toes went down to tread
Night sky as newest stars.
Storm pushed apart the threads
Of oddest thoughts up in his head
And set them aside in jars.

While those thoughts are all of ours,
From the best to the worst,
From the blessed to the cursed,
She cherishes the most bizarre
And she did have them first.

The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
She’s as giving as she’s frightening,
You can live on her lightning.

Storm (Part III)

(Read Part I and Part II.)

Kew moved forward with his Storm
As she went calling worms.
Forward now to build and learn,
His friendly nature took its turn
In tickling tendrils of a river fern.

He got his invite to a riverbank,
Befriended all who came his way,
Grew up rocks, trees – he wouldn’t stay
In place, spreading like spilled ink!
One more successful link.

The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
Give in and go agog,
Melt into the fog.

Wild and Rare

The difference between those that declare,
“You’re know nothings, but I’m wild and rare!”
And the wonder Eclare is she was wild and rare.

(And knew she knew nothing, so there!)

Yes, Eccles the Clare was exceedingly fair
In the ways that matter to bears.

Bugs in her belly, quills in her hair,
Wearing that see-all, owlish stare,
Making her very wary way where
Nightmares are too scared to dare.

Her roar had a waterfall flair.
Fox envied all Eck smelled on the air.
The woods slipped through her unaware
Of the blessed beast that called them lair.

But you know how you knew she was wild and rare?
When that child Clare smiled you felt rare and wild.

Drawn by Brandon.

Storm (Part II)

(Read Part I here.)

Storm hugged him tight in her mad swirl,
She’s a vicious loving girl.
Kew’s will and hands were now unfurled,
Sent back to Mount Abirlakurled
Whose roots held up the whirling world.

Every piece of you is you
And every piece of Kew is Kew,
His hands and will from this old hill
Had made him strong and now fulfilled
Their promise to return renewed.

The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
Slip your fear and go for wonder,
Head straight for her thunder.

Cages Are Easy

Cages are easy.
It’s freedom that’s queasy.
The great greasy squeezing
Of cheesy sneezies
Is pleasingly teasy wheezy.

My freedom got the best of me!
But don’t worry,
I’ve got a spurious slurry
That’s curiously curing,
A stirring flurry of furry
And in a blurry hurry to bury
The scurrying jury.

That’s furiously fun,
Freedom in free fall –
But not too well done.

I’ll get better,
The bad’s all my fault,
But you can’t live much deader
Than life in a vault.