Painful Smiles ... Beautiful day ... with too much pain behind flowers ... hours of towers beckoning ... climb
for thoughts propel every wish ... yet we're alone in this struggle ... this bubble of hopeful soap ... letting us think we're clean
when running around ... wanting to be found in love ... with strength .... then nothing but hope, chains and blame ... the same and same and same
people seemingly alive ... but then again we're dead inside ... trying, oh trying ... to realize value in life.


[by Scot Aaron ; June 3, 05 ; Capistrano Beach, CA]

 

 

 

Roots for Humanity ... Basking in brilliant love ... like in a family tree ... acorns stored for posterity ... hunger first
branches for shelter ... to teach about ripe fruit ... how to dine with seasons ... flow with minerals .... gems of humanity
heart felt feasts ... recycled leaves for sunshine roots ... a tongue for toes and soles ... growth in each tested, tasted step
giving lifetimes for seeds ... everything for seeds of love ... this prosperity from above.


[by Scot Aaron ; April 1, 05 ; Los Angeles]

 

 

Underground Tears ... Barred scars saved ... extended dots of petrified dust ... perspired pupils that float
climbing spine spires again ... ladders of planned out prosperity ... yet this is a game of homelessness
lockets of lost love ... give chains to blame ... rip rings from fingertips ... tackle emotions with guillotines
sever body parts ... as thorns from aborted roses ... sugarcane crowns of forgetfulness
and you ask about pain ... like bawling babies ... upon underground marry-go-rounds.


[by Scot Aaron ; April 1, 05 ; Los Angeles]

 

 

 

Losses ... Life dies ... we ask why ... why compromise ... with materialistic diseases ... never free
buried deeper than we can see ... in this make believe ... asking where is reality ... washed to sea ... stained with forgotten salt
diamond sighs ... as if forever lost ... forever and forever ... what a word ... what a place ... lost.

[by Scot Aaron ; June 4, 05 ; Capistrano Beach CA]

 

 

 

Hidden Sides ... Coins of war ... but can I hear you ... when each side brings death ... for what ... tell us for what
for happiness is real ... here we forget about rain ... dig deeds in graves ... never really buried ... but screaming ... again and again
yes war is no friend ... so battle with the self ... discover sacrifice ... choose to live by giving more ... by making us humans
please make us real.

[by Scot Aaron ; May 25, 05 ; Capistrano Beach CA]

 

 

Reaching for Seeds ... Angels on streets ... forgetting rules ... mental time bombs ... switching heartbeats
for growth we must ride ... like wild wind stallions ... cloud pillows roaring ... raging eyelashes ... in blue skies
weeping through every mile ... just to swim again ... mix with lost friends ... welcomed ... while a world stops
then reflects missed deeds ... so here we ask .. where will seeds fall ... tomorrow.

[by Scot Aaron ; February 12, 05 ; Salt Lake City]

 

 

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