Pictures of life

I took these pictures today with my friend at the College of Wooster. Enjoy...

You Can

You can play the guitar like B.B. King .
You  can write sugary nothings.
You can wear snake  curls on your brow line.
You can smoke the city to its death.
You can be mysterious as the night.
You can lock your stories in your heart.
You can live like your dead.

I can leave you alone.
And time can give us peace.

Hunger

Growling, gurgling, grasping,
The stomach pains for sustenance:
A sweet honey sickle,
A hot zesty chili pepper,
A ripe, succulent strawberry.

The purging passion

Plays with the aromas of yesterday’s horizon.

With hands wide open,

 It reaches for the sky.

The array of colors

Rests upon the water

And the senses

Fade into the sunset--

A masterpiece of delicous desire. 

Quiet comes

With the darkness,

And the frozen ripples of the river,

Yearning for movement.

Moonlight chuckles from above

As the silence of the evening

Is punctured by the

Hums of the humming bird

Searching for a mate. 

Starting now- Ingrid MIchaelson

Ingrid Michaelson - Everybody

Pitter Pat - Acoustic

Lovesick Mistake