Blackbird Poetry

Love is like a flower It's easy to get burned You put it on the line With the hope that love's returned. It can be beautiful and carefree It can be lonesome without doubt It can make you lose your mind  And lead to famine in a drought.  It can be the brightest of suns  Or a stagnant pool of despair Love may conquer all- or  Leave you listless there. It can be so fierce As planes fly overhead It can make you hot and bothered Or fill you with hate instead.  It can make you bitter Never wanting to love again It can rip your heart out Like a true assassin.  Love to me is fragile It's something that you build  It's like a garden that At times needs roto-tilled. Love to me is timeless It transcends throughout the time It's a feeling that you feel  And when it's real everything's aligned.

There's nothing left but Writing on the wall As I sat waiting For the other shoe to fall And now here we are Wondering in vain If I ever dare to speak Your name. When you left, The seasons all stood still You were my friend, my lover But that was until: You walked away- Without saying where you'd go Now no one knows if The truth, we'll ever know. The writing found Encompassed what you said You were searching for unanswered Questions in your head And no one can read Just what you meant to me But if these walls could talk They'd see it so clearly. There's nothing left but  Writing on the wall As I sat waiting For the other shoe to fall And now here we are Wondering in vain If I ever dare to speak  Your name. 

Going to the jungle To get away from you And all we'd done Going to the jungle To get away from you To be faithful to the Holy One. I mustn't heed your glances That watch me quietly into the night. I mustn't long for your advances in the shadows of the moonlight. I must never be alone with you again lest  I fall You'll never know when I'm coming Cuz when you do,  you'll take it all. Going to the jungle To get away from you And all we'd done Going to the jungle To get away from you To be faithful to the Holy One. The jungle swallows everything  The ants eat dead cows whole The locals live in shacks Dear God, please cleanse my soul. The monkeys swing from trees  Away from the jungle floor.  Please keep my soul from lurching  Keep it strong from wanting more.  Going to the jungle To get away from you And all we'd done Going to the jungle To get away from you To be faithful to the Holy One. The lizards cling to branches  The rains...

Please leave my heart how you found it. Unbroken and so true Don't tell me about all the things  that you're wanting to do Don't pretend it's not over I don't want to know Just take your things with you As you quietly go. Don't try to console me I'm better here alone There's nothing that can be said That hasn't already been shown. Please don't look for me  to tell me-  Just let yourself out. My life will go on, (a s it did  before)  you came about.  And if you truly care about me. You'll leave me in this way Let's not f--- it up any more By bad things we might say. Let's part as equals Possibly friends, And I'll think about you sometime When the time lends. I love the fact you loved me I love the fact I loved you. Please don't ever doubt it Because our love was true. And the fact that  I don't  want to know... Is clear enough to me I'd rather live oblivious Than to know it will ...

Unsettled dust Finally Settled that day When your stupid car finally Pulled away- It would be the last time Of our bickering And I thought I heard Someone say: They started as friends Then turned into lovers, She had her writing, And he had so many others- But theirs was an almost love affair- It was obvious to most That they both really cared..... And that they still do. I took the furniture You got the car I got settled in an apartment Friends saw you at the bar. At least there's no more bickering And I went out again one day- When friends asked I'd tell them We had everything in common We had started as friends Had given it a good run.... We started as friends Then turned into lovers, I had my writing, But there had been so many others- It was an almost love affair- We fought all the time And you never listened Our wedding vows went bad But something still glistened. And I'd see you around f rom time to time. But It was obvious to me that you really cared.... And though ...

This song is for the dreamers For the sensitive at play For the artists and musicians That teach us what words don't always say It's for the maddening verbrato  For the echo of the drum For the painter's precision of the tomato And for the defined guitarist's strum.  It's for the singers and the songwriters  Who put their whole soul on the line. It's for the cartoonists and the writers  And chef's artistry where we dine. It's for the designers and choreographers that add beauty And life to what we see Its for those who choose to live  Their lives more creatively.

Thatched roof huts That smell of cedar and sweat Red woven cloth Of Cahil Pech Ancient ruins with the holy ceiba tree The tree of life encompasses Both evil and harmony. Tortillas made of corn warm and sweet Black bean mash And flavored stewed meat Rice served with beans Fried plantains and fry jacks Colorful tables with conversation And huts with hammocks Howler monkeys That swing high over Xunitunich (shoe-na-tunich) Created to worship In temples so rich Some created in Pre classic peace Deep in the jungle In San Ignacio Belize Traditional Mayan Woven Cloth Mayan God Thatched Huts Xunitunich    Cahil Pech