"Trees(Redux)"
The color of envy
you've siphoned within me
bled out into your quarters...
where branches
once viewed as borders
now carry the odor
that has defined your guilt.
Wilted in the thousands
are the flowers that have dared
to bloom near what we've built
and if plowed among the plenty,
I would wish at least a century
if guaranteed that we
would not share plains.
We have gained far few
than what "I Love You" can salvage.
The bark is chewed and worn.
The roots are ripped and torn
easily from such meager sediment
we've convinced ourselves was foundation.
What fortifies us now
I find no good will to murmur.
You:
The ever skillful converter
taking every farce you see,
digging up reality
to hide it substantially
beneath soil that rain will not acknowledge.
The color of envy
you've siphoned within me
bled out into your quarters...
where branches
once viewed as borders
now carry the odor
that has defined your guilt.
Wilted in the thousands
are the flowers that have dared
to bloom near what we've built
and if plowed among the plenty,
I would wish at least a century
if guaranteed that we
would not share plains.
We have gained far few
than what "I Love You" can salvage.
The bark is chewed and worn.
The roots are ripped and torn
easily from such meager sediment
we've convinced ourselves was foundation.
What fortifies us now
I find no good will to murmur.
You:
The ever skillful converter
taking every farce you see,
digging up reality
to hide it substantially
beneath soil that rain will not acknowledge.
We have effectively defined bondage,
You and I
as a means of growing high
enough to pay homage to the Creator
while defiling the Earth
that verily proclaims her will.
Stand still and time will not.
It will eat until we are hollow.
You only follow nature's plan
until it demands reconcile.
Bitter bile our tasteless leaves.
They would make the starving heave.
They scale us until sick
then use us as the wick
to prelude their bonfires.
Love for hire
and affection stacked in bundles
chopped and tumbled into portions
until tossed into the ocean
to quell the stench of burning
remnants no longer deemed useful.
We were once so fruitful.
Ambition changes with direction
like the inflection of chimes
that dance under more violent currents.
Uprooted, we hope to start again
but the wind exposes all.
All that shakes will surely fall
if not firmly planted.
Your enchantment felt under my skin
like sap imparted from stem to trunk.
Used to scale my branches
as if in search of the sweetest spot on earth.
Now more fashioned as hearth
or as scraps before the furnace,
your earnest is an urn for me;
harvesting purposely
until I'm cast beneath the sea
without room for cry or plea.
If life would ever learn of we,
They wouldn't etch love into trees…………
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
You and I
as a means of growing high
enough to pay homage to the Creator
while defiling the Earth
that verily proclaims her will.
Stand still and time will not.
It will eat until we are hollow.
You only follow nature's plan
until it demands reconcile.
Bitter bile our tasteless leaves.
They would make the starving heave.
They scale us until sick
then use us as the wick
to prelude their bonfires.
Love for hire
and affection stacked in bundles
chopped and tumbled into portions
until tossed into the ocean
to quell the stench of burning
remnants no longer deemed useful.
We were once so fruitful.
Ambition changes with direction
like the inflection of chimes
that dance under more violent currents.
Uprooted, we hope to start again
but the wind exposes all.
All that shakes will surely fall
if not firmly planted.
Your enchantment felt under my skin
like sap imparted from stem to trunk.
Used to scale my branches
as if in search of the sweetest spot on earth.
Now more fashioned as hearth
or as scraps before the furnace,
your earnest is an urn for me;
harvesting purposely
until I'm cast beneath the sea
without room for cry or plea.
If life would ever learn of we,
They wouldn't etch love into trees…………
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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