A Transporter, A Master Caftsman

With hungry eyes she stared at the sky
Wishes for life birthing water
So desperately needed.

Finicky is this substance’s temperament
Steam given off can scald
Or cubes can burn.

A great transporter of minerals
Otherwise trapped in one location
Substances once settled becomes food

Both a bringer of life and a taker
As large quantities relocate materials;
As sinks bring life to deserts

Least we not forget
The master craftsman
Who shaped these landscapes around us.

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The One Who

She was one who never looked
To see the place where she stood
Feel the breeze caress her skin
Or hear the gears of life spinning.

She was one who always saw
But never remembered
The hoops she had traversed.

She was one who traveled
Distances only imagined
By those with no belief in tales.

She was one who journeyed
Lost amongst the throngs
Numb to halting experiences
Others find disabling.

Little Dragon

Little dragon,
hanging back, hissing, distrusting

Little dragon,
keep this king of gods company

Little dragon,
that was then and this is now:

Sentinel
standing guard, hunting unwanted guests

Sentinel
slacking off, unwilling to pass up a hello

Golden eyes
always observing

Sleep away the hours
under a good shade.

The Jumpstart Drug

Just hitting the spot
Music,
My rocket to the moon
My crash back to reality.

Momentary relief can’t last long

2, 3, 5, 7, 10 minute drugs
Shooting up
Straight for command center.
Landscapes of hills and valleys

Far away memories
Meant to be left in the attic
In the past

Falling fast
Falling hard
For a splat on the pavement

Where life continues to roll
At speeds that leave rims spinning
Images burned into my mind
As I’m left
Spitting dirt out of my mouth
Wiping eyes clean of debris.

Jumper cables
Over my shoulder
Little buds
Waiting to jumpstart
My car.

Positive, left
Negative, right.
After inserting:
Start shuffling songs,
Or play playlists in order

Then, I sit back, relax
And let the drugs
Inject themselves
As I aim for the stars.