a sunday lesson and a song for fishes (please be where you should)

a lesson to lessen the blessed breed of almost everyone -
can only say once or twice at times, but dealing with the lessons
is only up to everyone.

for all you know and all that think you know
going by time that is past and the time to come, one only tends
to think if anything is worth at all.

holidays are easy with or without people or sleep
lack of either matters really not for there is enough time -
nights and a world outside waiting to be befriended.

jumped queues and assumed new positions do not really
last long for that place is not really one's own
at times it takes another to tell them or to show them.

their places, their places. wishes, may be. wishes could be
and a lesson for fishes and for birds, fallen wings
unassumingly assuming places taken are only wrong.

there is where belong the turtles. there is where
belong fishes yellow blue black green and gray
once known, fishes can and only should swim

where they should, hiding faces, stupidly opening
and closing mouths with unblinking eyes, no it's not wonder
only plain obvious stupidity that will always be.

summer evening

this year
or must be last -
summer breeze

the weight

the weight

on your wings, on your feet
on your back as you walk
in those eyes you meet
in the words as you talk

the weight

it's the weight -
the weight of all days past
and the wait
for them to disappear, fast

the weight -

them balls of lead
them images of the mind
yet to fade, bright red
play uncontrollably again - rewind

rgb. vibgyor.

mondays gray
and tuesdays follow with pale green

wednesdays, yellow
and thursdays crisp blue

fridays, pastel blue
and bottle green saturdays

but sundays are almost always red!