I'm getting Antsy
Going Crazy
Going out of my Mind!
What's the Buzz about
Humm like a flourescent light
or a mosquito buzzing close to my ear
much closer to my soul!


Everything is stop and go
in my own personal insanity
I want to chew a hole through my soul
and run
But choose instead to grab my camera
and walk
to the park
in hopes of finding words
that my mind cannot find at home
looking for home



A prophet
with his half full beer
watches as I chase
dancing butterflies through the trees
with my camera net.

He is sitting where prophets sit
at a picnic table in the park
smoking and drinking like they always do.

We strike up a conversation
because...
well...
one should always talk with a prophet
ESPECIALLY one
who is drinking and smoking
in the park.

"Step back from it all.
Take some time to relax.
Drink a six pack
and forget about everything
and it'll come to ya,"
the prophet advises
my tension and frustration
with words and with life.


The prophet
free styles words
that dance with the butterflies
fluttering in the air
carried on the wind
through the sunlit shade
beneath the trees.
Words my memory wont allow me to play with
here,
but here we are.

My heart dances
with Rhonda's
like the butterflies that
alluded my camera
and I think
of sharing this story with her,
for her,
for us.

And we part,
the Prophet and I,
with a handshake,
one should always show their respect
to their prophets.

I came home
with a camera bag
full of poems
to share with you.

I have seen the light,
Enjoy