Posted on Saturday, May 22, 2010

Sediments of sentiments
fall hard and fast
from past events
the love we've lost 
the feelings spent

Our currency 
the rising sea
drowning out what we want to see
the current speeds
these wants and needs

The currency of birds and bees
an urgency like wind through trees

The great hypocrisy
of Adam and Eve
the apple that fell beneath the tree
temptation dressed in apple green

To thine own self be true
to hell with Adam and the apple too