Rollo Piccolo

Rollo Piccolo had a dream

to live a life without the scream.
To play no games that cost a lot
to love us all, some hot to trot.
So Rollo Piccolo began a search
then found himself inside a church.
He prayed out loud for lasting peace
he asked his God for lives to teach.
He listened closely
he looked for signs
he tried his best to hear God's rhymes,
but Rollo Piccolo had to learn
the search for self could cause a turn.
It didn't matter if as he searched
he came to realize it caused his birth.
For Rollo Piccolo was on a quest
to find himself, to peak the crest.
Then he would know
the long sought view
Was known to him and known to few.
Rollo Piccolo learned by surprise
and when he finally opened eyes
he saw the view he searched for long
was his reflection, not from some song.
Then Rollo knew what his life meant
no search, no God could he invent
he just dreamed of answered prayers
while his reflection just stood and stared.

Learning

I can still smell your hair
See your eyes, hear your laughter
And hope I'm not wrong
To trust in near after.

I'm not missing
Still living
Still growing
Still giving.

Life goes without us
It moves as it must
It turns all directions
It thrives on mistrust.

And people move forward
Or sideways, or down
Blind to instruction
And living makes frown.

It's no wonder I'm lost
And confused and ungrateful
I don't understand
That I'm truly unstable.

I let life defeat me
It's breaking my soul
And before it's much longer
This human grows old.

Now I know life's age
Is only a number
But it seems I get tired
Just counting from under.

I keep right on going
Count to ten when I'm asked
And look all directions
While I dream of the past.

My life is of learning
I'm taught as I'm showed
Understanding is risky
I go on as I'm told.

So as I keep walking
And hope for a run
I know the faster I go
The closer I'm done.

You see I'm still living
I've learned from my wonder
Real life is from sharing
And taking of plunder.

I'll ask all the questions
And learn from the answers
And use what's been learned
At my turn at this cancer

Still looking at you
And holding and smelling
And thanking above
For a friend that's good telling

And I'll share all my plunder
And wonder and blame
And hope that life doesn't
Extinguish our flame.

Wind

Life in wind

moves over under

it closes doors

from sight and wonder.

Trees dance their dance

when wind walks by,

birds take to wing

when wind lifts high.

Waves boil and toil

when blown apart

and sailboats fly

wind gives them heart.

Fire grows as the wind blows

some people drift

wherever wind goes.

When wind is mad

it can destroy,

a single eye for all to fear

can make your world

turn into tears.

No man made thing

can survive all

that wind can bring

before it's fall.

In animals it points to prey

with us in place

it shows the way.

Then wind is breeze

it cools in summer

or brings back memory

of life in slumber.

Wind brings peace

to lonely souls

and reminds all

that where it goes

it lifts life with blowing seed

spreading growth

where there is a need.

Wind is life when moving mills

helps us all move through the hills

and flags do show

that they belong

when wind gives life

to flutter song.

The wind is here

to make life clear

to bring us scent

that is not near.

It freely offers to cleanse our world

with blowing dust and mighty twirl

and when it's done with work it's given

the wind anew is always driven.

Like our lives

wind sometimes floats

perhaps one lesson

is not to boast and if we follow wind's direction

without control, without reflection

then bend we must

like the great trees

or wind will treat us

like the leaves.

Blowing freely

with no direction

intent on moving

without connection.