Poems by West Lenz

Living
January 23, 2000 (age 12)

Life is long yet still so short
Comparing with other forces greater.
Love and Nature are old as Time
And Time as old as Love and Nature.
The River, Lightness and Darkness too.
Yet do not fret over your time here
And live and let live
And to the fullest.
And may all hearts beat in unison
And live.

Solitude
(a poem of 25 words)
Aug 9 200(?)

Sever your ties
From the piece
Of synthetic reality
That has been served to you.

Retract your claws
And suffer the consequence
Of individual thinking…

Solitude

Many Years
for Peter Dodge, July 1, 2003

Many years, many months, many days,
Countless ways to illicit inspiration
Through a profound proclamation
Of substantial information
Thus progressing all creation.

Grandpa, you are wise
And I am fortunately subject to your divine knowledge
Ever so apparent in your eyes,
Complexion so affectionate,
Virtue derived from something called retrospect,
Provoking respect.

Yes, I accept, and expect you to know how
From the furrows in your brow.
Won’t you please allow
Me to wish you a very Happy Birthday.

I Was
Oct 20, 2003

I was a happy kid
I lived in vast convoluted caverns within myself painted with both pretentious thoughts and simple joys
The sound of laughter, the taste of chalk
I was young and I wore my ignorant bliss every day
This attire was what I had, having been given such little time to pick my clothes
I basked in the potential of the world
“I” could do anything
And since I knew “him” so well I was bound to borrow a few positive repercussions here and there
I liked most things
Seeing as how even the most tumultuous happenstances were new to me everything was dripping in a delicious marinade to placate my desire
That sweet indulgent smell was everywhere I went nipping at my heels and unaware of my inevitable obscurity I would quite often turn and feed this ravenous creature
I felt good
Obtaining and retaining ideals at my own will left me with little knowledge of life in its negativity
I was a happy kid
Captivated by the alluring hors d’oeuvres life had to offer

Tired at School
Jan 23, 2006

Willingly weightless
A float between class
Conscious though partially
I am one with the mass

Subject of knowledge
And time for to pass
It is to be done with diligence
And patience, alas

But I shall not be lethargic
Or stubborn like an ass
For in this endeavor
I am resolved sure as crab grass