A quick poem!

Here ya go, greedy guts!

When the topsy turning world takes a snowcone dive into a pool of stars.
The sleeper walks dreaming wide awake in the car.
Oh to seek the summer held in the island of liquid roses,
Waiting for a nightfall leap.
Stick me in a picture frame,
Hang me on the wall.
Ill be looking out,
While the world comes to a stall.
Look at us sitting here
there’s so much to it all.

Self

Who are you? Who do you see yourself as? Funny as that question might be, its a hard one to answer. What words, what intangible things can we use to describe who, and what. Every day we are asked this question, in one form and another, but we always use short, succinct words to describe it. Funny, Good-Looking, (oo, a conjoined word! wonder if it has a twin.....)smart. take the time to look in the proverbial mirror and start with the surface. Then take on the challenge of going deeper. Are you happy? Why? Do you think you are successful? Why? What is important? We are told to do this every so often, because it will make us better people in the end. I say, do this because it is a challenge, and the wisdom you receive from true reflection will cause peace. Not make you a better person, but will give you peace.

When winter sun sets over starry sky,
the fire bird keening a dying cry.
as the shadow of death passes
over a city's weary groan.
Look to the sky,
and see the light.
There is always a pearl,
in your setting sun's shadow.