I don't have to smell the roses

I don’t have to smell the roses
All I need are a few wildflowers
A broken limb held to the tree by a wild vine
A family of ducks pecking at the grass
A broken wooden fence scaling a weed filled acre
A lonely wispy cloud the single skies decoration
An early crescent moon pushing the sun down
A dirt road surrounded by wood
A single weed proclaiming its beauty among the grass
A floating feather from a winter flock
I don’t need to stop and smell the roses,
To realize a great artists work is continually being created all around me

Who am I, that You should love me so?

Who gives you beauty like Me
Who can know your heart as I do?
Only I know when to make the choicest blossoms bloom for you
Only I can turn on the music that plays your heart melodies
Only I know the perfect hues and blends of colors that make your heart sigh
Only I know where to put the moon
Where to paint the sunset
Where to place the clouds so that when I tell you "look!" you see the sun and its colors radiating from it
I say "Look!" and the lamplight glows on the sidewalk
"Look!" for the sun is turning colors
"Look!" for the baby bird is playing
"Look!" the moons crescent holds the corners of the masterpiece set for you
Who knows your heart like me?

gone

Why can't I just forgive and forget

Do I even know what to forgive, or who?
You took it, and it changed me.

You took my innocence without a blink.
It changed me
Maybe I blindingly gave it to you
Maybe I tied my own blindfold
it changed me
Maybe it was the blindfold not the innocence that made it happen
but at least you could have said
thank you
maybe you were blindfolded too..but by who
who
it's easier to think its you,
but I only feel myself

Musings

I lay in the moonlight with a jar of peanut butter, wishing it were a beer instead. Knowing I shouldn't. Why do we wish for the fleeting numbness instead of the everlasting peace? Even peace I have to fight daily. Maybe I haven't yet come to the peace, only a different forgetfulness.