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Twisting Roots Ebb and Flow



Though actions act out plays to say,

That we are mobile over the ground,

We are truly rooted,

Like great trees we sway as the day to day waits,

Sweet nothings bend our branches,

Soft whispers shake our bows,

But our roots remain,



For even the person who chooses to run,

Fly on the wind to find greener days,

Does so by how the first situation played,

The strategist cutting ties,

Yet those roots gave us who we are,

Rotted festering still you come up,

However that challenge is never fully accepted,

No banner for heroes of home world contempt,

Just the resolute feeling that a bond is there,

Yet questioning every action until bare,



We all grow bark quick and tough,

To block the blows and insects that burrow,

The gnawing gnashing teeth slice the tender weak flesh,

Promoting those guarded at just the right nodes,

To hide from insects or pesticide their woes,

Holding those with easily guarded bark we scream that’s the mark,

Where people should be at if all is not just a farce,

Yet as we sit and speak together,

We find a much more even honest world uncovered,

That all is emotion and that is what we do,

So easily judged by a small select few,

Yet we all have some inherent “problem”,

Whether behavior, choice, clothing, or whatever,

Because in a world of millions you look weird to all,

Besides those that see through your rose colored glass ball,

The outermost barrier of surface at best,

A topical insight of those in our past,

Make all of us look like crazy fools,

Making calls off of our most basic things to choose,





So as humans we choose to judge one another,

As a choice to find safety in numbers,

Yet from outside eyes we look back in wonder,

At how foolish we accept “truth” from each other,

Like rambling wild men we comment on weather,

Coffee tables, games, and stories of places that seem better,

Our weakest places bared in creative poise,

Are what we choose to not disclose,

So a silent background has become real life,

In conventions, café’s, and the internet at night,

Being more real to the box than those around us,

And who could blame the common man,

When even basic life has such demand,



Look only this way,

Don’t speak out of place,

Act like you’ve been given gifts from choices you never made,





So let us play out a dissection of all the silly questions:

What five things can we say are wrong with you?

I think,

I feel,

I act creative too,

I choose my own thoughts,

I wear clothing like you ask me to,



How could you do that?

Act different or weird try sometime and you’ll enjoy it quite clear,

You obviously are sealed in a place of no choice,

So kick back a little hear your pure own voice,

Not something you heard since you were five,

Something only you have thought of since you were alive,



What are they thinking?

Probably more than you, they knew the judgement would come wouldn’t you,

They choose to ignore it and go on right through,

Maybe you’re scared they might make money like you,

Might actually get taken seriously and find you at fault,

For your obvious lacking in personal grains of salt,





Why would they wear that?

Because you say be yourself,

Than hide any person that makes that choice alienated on a shelf,

For they are too strange for really being themselves,

The thing you chanted and cheered,

Because those commands go to a crowed loud and clear,

Yet when abnormality comes your way,

Like spoiled children you rear back with your toys,

Leaving the rest to play out self-loathing tolls,

Questioning their every action by just one of clothes,





What nonsense we bring to one another,

Like bad weeds we feed off one another,

No perma- culture layer to benefit our differences,

No grey area to co-benefit those we do not like,

But full war as we send out insect minions that feed off our own stems,

Until the plant can’t support them or they eat it from within,

Coming back getting praise then sitting gnawing your stock with a grin,

When we should easily except that we are different species of plants in the end,

For what does nature tell us about the tallest tree on the hill?

Proud he holds his root,

The best water flows through the roots,

The best nutrients flow through,

He was positioned to be growing above the rest,

A commanding hold on the valley dance,

Yet the small little tree in the valley laughs,

As the storm approaches at long last,

For trees that stand tall and high,

Have to look the sky in the eye,

As bolts do rush to meet ground rise,

The tall tree the target of impartial world size,

And then the exploding wood comes without caused lies,

No just the physical point of truth,

When at the top things just target you,

As the easiest point for damage to come through…



Please let our roots bring us to light,

A growth so strong that others stride,

That personality raises us on high,

So though the trees are standing tall,

A much denser growth will come to all,

With fewer at the bottom and fewer so tall,

Yet individual phenotype's thrive and fall,

Making a world of magical delight,

Let us all seek the shade of the sage’s tree sitting insight...



Sean Stutzman