A Taste of Angels:

this is the mood
that leads to
the creation of the
greatest of all art

it is the noble
beginning of
the most epic
tales

tradition
meets
opportunity
encouraging
exponential
growth

this is the mood
where potential
becomes tangible
and possibilities
hang in the air
to be inhaled
slowly
savored by
their taste
and their smell

luck and
confidence
are inseparable
and determination
breeds her own

if only you
could see
what I see
and taste
the possibilities

if only you
could see
that we could
reach out
and touch
the stars

this is the mood
that comes and goes
with the wind
like the northern lights
dancing across the sky

you can't count
on anything
for most of your
life
but when you
can drink the air
you know
you can do anything

Tiger:

tiger in the grass
he can smell
the deer's blood
before it bleeds
tiger is hungry
ready for a meal
the deer is unsuspecting
grazing through the brush
tiger waits and watches
he doesn't move
he seems so calm
but every muscle
is ready to burst
ready to explode
ready to flex and extend
as he blows his cover
and gives the deer chase
every muscle is itching
to do what it was meant to do
but tiger doesn't move
he sits perfectly still
watching and waiting
breathing slowly
tiger seems so calm
but every muscle
is ready to kill

Farmer:

the farmer
plants his crops
months before
he can reap
their harvest
only time
can tell
if his efforts
will be rewarded

Strange

strange
yes, quite
unusual
perhaps
sensational
spectacular
surely this
is meaningful
I could swear
this were
tangible
spectacular
sensational
perhaps
unusual
yes, quite
strange

Brick

i. I was a brick
the weight was too much
to lift

the cuts
on their eyes
and their lips

an ill placed wish
a failed attempt
at true love's first kiss

ii. deep
they told me
let me in
they pleaded
but I wasn't the one
with the key

iii. looking through glass
we can almost touch
but we always end up
just sliding past

iv. tempting
I know
charming
alluring

how long have I been alone?

v. there's a truth about you
a sense of sensibility
a glimmer, a light
a beacon

vi. a constant glow
so this is how it feels
to float

vii. you softened me
like butter in the sun
I was a brick
until you came along

viii. some secrets
you don't have to try
to keep

they keep themselves
like a treasure
buried inside of you

Candy Jar

like a diabetic kid
caught with his hand
in his neighbor's candy jar
someday he'll have
some explaining to do
and he won't know
where to begin

Emily

emily has a head on her shoulders
a smile like the sunrise
and eyes like a woodland scene
she talks like a blanket
and moves like wind through the trees