The Purple and Green Canopy.

The great green trees imaginary givings hand out

Rain fell with purple berries and greener things 

A bit further on I claimed the tree in the shade of

Subterranean stained green hands in purple chains

Lifting out of the dark to forest light the leafy vine

Shifted from the winds gentle flow and push open

The rush of things all about Gods shadow Adams 

Dream Eves tree the appearance of the trees vines 

Enveloping the little port of call times mirroring 

The known numbers of days bring begin once again 

The years late March the missing bring none home

The Church save only one in great belief image cast

No one larger in such reach out the canopy opens

From the dark the light of encampment is night skies 

Day the purple sage deep blue seas cause shadows

Claim to forest greens deep in darken history by other

Than the purple seer.

On visiting the skirted woods 

I noticed a stone path leading back

The darken interior I sought the inner

Sanctuary the perfect idiom of my visit

The colored leafs worlds of that august

Some fell in the winds others swept by

Cast plans blue green summers thunder

Haste the thought a float weaving by in

The winds gentle nodding the direction

I made note of what my footwear was

Light thrice walked along near shadows 

The same can be said beyond the blind

Of what reaches out came about like a

Merry-go-round the reach out is the spin

Of the days watch the positive negative 

How life started and for others in the know

Pot smoking changed some how the rules

Not understood minds little atom the soul

Goes out and meets other in forest alcove

Leafs of trees becoming tiny saplings clone

Coming out the earth looking on to the sky

You saw me not foot away.

The sun down past roadways exit lie and reads

Speak easy ahead, I care not argue this science 

With the split in the roadway George’s Dragon

Lay near to the upturned largest earthy bushes

In real time very little goes unnoticed cameras 

Come and go leaders shouting down with evil

The winged beast driven away by surging battle

Driving the head of the usurper winged evil ends

At the commotion or stage beach leave unnoticed

Where such you lose the keys to the sand castle.

The seventh tent inside the great reindeer gathering

Of a fall from Eskimo to Russia in gathering hides

Tree poles to hold the tent upward watching age old

Custom it appears I think the natural and unnatural

Events of the present day none of course reaching

Into the cold forest snow and ice that doesn’t exist

What happened to the moments near two centuries 

Back a comet struck the Russian forest it left a path

of destruction for miles liken a rush to end your age

Our world is bigger than any comets short comings 

But it is a marked Earth no visitors or archeologists 

It being true for a long time, I introduce the idea

of “sci fi, fantasy” to offer my perception example

Larger or smaller to use, is a contagious upstart seen

It is a interdiction a law like a earlier law that no other

civility rule but levy and send a wooden rivers decline 

or of the funny round objects always on television

I fell from a trees nest of perched owls 

One leg in another out 

The wind held me for now 

I climbed its stairway about down

To stairs end and on looking up

I see little pebbles gold light shine

Peeking at coins and other things

Kept in my pocket fold

For what it may bring

Love springs up made atone 

The picture of romance rings

Before the ring called to phone

Make merry all you kindly kings

Went on to the adult movie house

Saw the silken scarf spot lite dance

The writing that we believe espouse 

The side that brings a present stanza 

We become the age of change and chill