Words from the unknown explained in Layman's terms

July 6, 1995

"Many are tired of the sad-singing, slow-walking, flower-carrying

and tear-dropping."

But it had to end sometime, my friends.

We won't even hear the shovel packing down the dirt.

You think lively life is a lonely lorn?

You feel torn?

It just seems we hear too soon the chimes.

You're taken swiftly, but justly.

It wasn't as if we weren't 'afore-warned'

about the coming of the hand that instills nothingness

out of man.

Was this blessed breathing really the rabid seething,

for all, resting on thorns, instead of the planetary

conveniences to which we were borne?"

© 1995 Jarrod C. Lacy

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Season Favorite

February 2, 1996

When life comes once again,

I taste the greatness only when

This particular season, my friend,

Shines through and then...

Roses, dandelions, orchids, wild flowers -

This beautiful season craving every year

to devour.

So swiftly it passes; a pleasure in every hour.

As caterpillars morph to butterflies,

Remembering when winter dies.

My soul can be limp and rest when it comes, so...

There is sadness that reigns when it must go.

Loving to share my thoughts of it.

Learning how to see fit.

Surrounding my being with the glorious nimbus, though.

Siphoning the sweetness. My strength will grow.

It is the season beginning

To become our prize we're winning.

It is the true gift amazingly sent

It is what sweet earth truly meant.

This time of a new year

When the harsh chills disappear,

When winged ones serenade

The old will fade.

You calm my palpitating heart

Just as it starts.

A lily to pick when I bend

Is to love this seductive, phenomenal trend.

To give to people - even a tot.

This one of four, and all it's got.

Pour forth this bit a datum

A heartfelt ultimatum:

When the air is crisp

Blowing the sound of lisp

Come again just for the world; never will I miss.

Discovering it, like a true first kiss.

© 1996 Jarrod C. Lacy