budding’s cry

journey to the innocence
of a budding’s tired cry
music to the ear
that softly forgets
what fate it has set forth
what death will take
because he has more heart
than that which moves to see
what pleasure more, stays now distracted

upon those who gaze
on all that is yet to be known
clouding what is known
and does not live
in our lives
if not named

Guilt is a serpent

guilt is a serpent which slithers
holding appled innocence in its fangs
as it moves deeper into the world
so does its venom
into fruity flesh

but ahhh how deception works
to only make this fruit more jubliant to the fazed eye

it is only after the gift already greedily enjoyed
that the slider’s trick and treat embitters…

forgets the tool its purpose
and spends its life in fruitless search…

spellbound and stuck fast
in syrupy venom

slickening all surroundings

so that snake may spy and spread silently still more