POETRY: "Stars"

Published in the Nevada Brushfire HERE

Do you ever just feel like writing?

Like there is so much you would like to say but don't know how?

When you're walking, seeing, observing, smelling

Dang I smell right now...

Why the heck can I never see the stars?

What is is about big cities that leaves the smelly, lit up shadow,

But no stars

Isn't that ironic?

All I really want to see

Is

The

Stars

I guess with all the luxuries we have

The laundry

And TV

And hairspray

And getting paid

And home baked cookies

And maybes

And 'I'll call you later'

And the 'plauer hater'- that's me

And the money

And the cars, pens, paper, computer, opposable thumbs, drums, ho-hums, grades, and faces, makeup and cover up, and throw up, and look up

No STARS

Why can't we appreciate the little things that are really big?

Stars---

The light of the night

Covered ny the smokey, gambling, adults playground of a town

The artificial- lacking spiritual

No stars

What has happened?

The coffee, and I'm too busy,

The music that distracts

And compliments

And the fast track and

Go back

The mistakes

And give and take

No STARS

Maybe if I keep looking, I'll see them like I used to

Clean from the bath, in robes of pink and blue

Sister and father and I

We saw the stars

We heard the stories of Taurus and Pieces

We saw the stars

We felt the breeze

And as we went to sleep

We remembered

The stars

And how important they will forever be to us

So-when alone

Find the stars

The small big things in life that never burn out

Forget the mistakes and

Give and take

Remember how to find the small-big things in life that don't fade away

Forget the pleasure

For it is

Momentary

Remember the happiness

And find the

STARS