(Read Part I and Part II.)

Haspun Woods loomed in beautiful gloom,
Few things are both tomb and womb.
Blue felt the order,
“BODY STAYS AT THE BORDER,”
And stepped out of himself no shorter.

Leaving bodies behind they each had to find
Their way by the think of their mind.
By drip-dropping of thought
They explored and they fought
Their way to being hard taught.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
Branches point but do not show the way,
Their roots give it away.
Dig deeper than the woods.

I’ll take my waffle
Without the awful
And just a double you.

(Read part I here.)

Leafy Queen Qroost dearly needed a boost
At the table of knights in her roost.
So she called on a few,
Including young Blue
To show just what they could do.

Haspun woods bent towards those willingly sent
To see how their souls were spent.
Most were all doubt
That they’d ever get out
But still stayed true to their route.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
The only way you might return
Is learn and learn and learn.
Still, you’ll always belong to those woods.

A quibble’s
But a scribble
On a sprawling wall.

A little inky dribble,
A sneeze of spiteful spittle,
Bragging ’bout a minor brawl.

Pick up a brush unbidden
And reveal the beauty hidden
Atop that ugly scrawl.

Give what you’re given,
Call on colors and give in
To beautifying all.

A journey’s a way of turning away
From yourself and into the day.
When kingdoms have need
Of high thought and deed
They’re pretty well agreed –

The noblest of knights have all had to fight
Against their very own might,
Sent to see selves revealed
And be sure that they’d yield
To nothing worse than steel.

When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
Be glad of fear and go.
You are your greatest foe.
The woods are more than wood.

I’m through with my Me.

I would like to wander
As free as I can be.

So I’m through with my Me.

I’ve noticed that it weighs Me down,
I’d rather be a Meless clown
Than wear a KingMe crown.

My Me flag drags,
It zigs and zags
On MeMeMeMe jags.

My Me puts the M in impossible,
Willing and wishing to hobble
Anything more than a bauble
Beyond MeMeMeMeMe.

I’m through with my Me.

You can hoard or hide your self
Behind a haze of Not-Me stealth.

You will eventually lose it.
So you might as well use it.

You may think you like taking,
But living is giving.

Put your self on the spot –
What have you got?

You know the rest,
Giving blah-blah-blah best.

I dare you to find
Some thing to change my mind.

We may not agree,
But here’s a piece of me.