My Heart beats
Blood circulates throughout
Cleanses the brain
Without strain, properly functions
Thoughts travel through
The sensors of my mind
So therefore I am
I rest not, With restless sleep
Urinate at shorter intervals
That's neither here
Nor there.

I sit lumbering deep
Into a chair
I ache and strain
To extract myself from there
Ankles and wrist swollen
Constantly alerting my mind
To pain.

Rain falls, from heavenly pours
Winds blowing storms of fire
Forest aglow
Lit embers, fly like fowls
From blue skies
Landing on roof tops
Fires stirs, from crawling ashes.

Huge swirls, like red tornados
Suck the air, Fueling the hell
Burning below
Wet hill sides, soaked to the plates
Slides of land
Dwellings fall.

'Neath, the quick moving Earth
Like oceans of pine
Where there was
There no longer is
Lives buried, deep in mud
A Nature's open grave
Of loosen Earth.


By: William Bonilla
01/14/05