The world is an unfair pestilence of greed and corrupt behavior.
Yeah whatever
Life is an endless procession of imperfect days where we get almost nothing done
Yeah you are right, okay
There is no meaning no sun shining on illusion to make it anything.
Yeah that’s kinda deep,I guess, but well
Love is illusion driven by chemicals demanding sex and procreation
Do I have time for this
The sun makes the tiny hairs on the back of her neck glow, she turns
Now you have me
The hot summer sun
makes cake of my skin
and the sweat lets me know
I’m alive
the water
is better then
it is needed then
and noticed
Can a poem be the water on a hot day
can the water flow down
this page
in
this poem
this time or the next
until there is no next
no new
meanderings
of the water in a poem until it lies there in a pool on the page, on this page
david michael jackson june 23, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send help
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The artist hands
are always dirty
The paint gets under the
nails and covers
everything
The artist hands play
in the materials like
a child plays in the
mud
like a pig who delights in it,
the artist hands plant commas in this poem
plant exclamation in your soil.
The artist and the farmer have
wide feet for the soil
wide hands for the work
a stout heart for the work
for the work
for the work
The farmers hands are
the same hands.
God’s hands are the same hands.
Your hands are the same hands.
david michael jackson june 21, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send love
A moment of kindness
overcomes a day of unkindness
any time you encounter it.
A smile and free food
offered unexpectedly one day can
overturn a neighbors
mean look another day
and make the sun shine
and the make the chickens of
idle chatter peck
away at cares and woes
in the barnyard of my life..
A smile is never
corny
is never outdated or out of
style.
david michael jackson june 18, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
The water falls in droplets and
lays in pools before
falling again or flowing down
to the sea
but you already know that.
The water feels like rain on my skin
and the water flows
over you also to the sea.
The mermaids sing to me
from the water
they sing of praise and hopes for
my journey
but you may already know them
sitting on the rocks
combing their hair
calling to me
David
David
David
can you hear us
will you hear us
in the waters the waters the waters of
the sea
david michael jackson june 18, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send money lots of money