AIN'T NO SHAME

ain't no shame
in sharing the painful stuff
when life is rough
with all the stuff

ain't no shame
in sharing the golden smiles
the many miles
of tree laces aisles

ain't no shame
in sharing the grey the blacks
those paper sacks
with many tacks 

ain't no shame
in sharing the sacred peace
when mind is calm
when thoughts do cease

ain't no shame
in sharing it all
ain't no shame
in sharing it all....

bryce tyson

AIN'T NO SHAME

ANGELS

FOREST WALK

when you go into the woods
and admire the beauty
of the magnificent trees
of the calm, cool, clear, moving stream
of the 'crunch crunch' of the soil underneath
have you ever thought
that maybe
just maybe
Sacred Admiration
was mutual?
 
that you were being watched
that you were being bowed to
by the forest itself
 
that your presence was longed for
 
and as you walk in the forest
the hearts
of streams
of trees
of earth
are warm with Love
for you
 
for you
 
warm with Love
for you
 
I believe admiration is  mutual
how can it not be?
 
Souls bow to Souls
 
Love is inevitable
 
-© Bryce Tyson 8102011 


FOREST WALK

DO NOT TOUCH!

stand strong within country
embrace your fellow man
 
but for heaven’s sake
to not touch the hands
across the fence
across the invisible borders we choose to erect
to define ourselves
to separate ourselves
 
do not touch the hands
across the waters
across the hills
across the great expanses of land
across the differences we choose to judge
 
for holding hands with all creeds
all religions
all cultures
all those different then oneself
can only lead
to a deeper embrace of oneself
 
and who would want that?
 
-© Bryce Tyson 10122011 


DO NOT TOUCH

slap the colors out of me
if you think they are not real
if you think the sharing is not true...
 
I have dove into grays and blacks
stood in those spaces 
stared down
way down...
 
I have danced in purples and blues
where reds and oranges and yellows smile
and sang the same song they sing...
 
I have made love to green
where the rivers run
where the trees touch
where I am kissed....
 
I have sat still in the white
the very bright white
where I have been reminded
how much I am loved....
 
slap the colors out of me
if you think the sharing is not true....
 
all colors are true
all colors have their beauty
and my sharing is a sign of respect....
 
bryce tyson

Slap the colors out of me

(I love this by e.e. cummings so I rerecorded it.  I will probably read this again with a better mic soon_

A POET'S ADVICE - e.e. cummings

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.

This may sound easy. It isn't.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel - but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling - not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn't.

It's the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.