Like bootcamp
where they drill
the idea
of who’s your enemy
and who’s your brother
what’s your nation
and who’s dispensable
into your head

the nonstop
news cycle
has created in us
militant behavior

we’re up in arms
and all of humanity
has become the casualty

we need a Mr Rogers
or a Jimmy Carter
or the Dalai Lama
as broadcasters
again

we need something
measured &
nonbelligerent
that we can ingest
and then chew on
for some time

A new star was born
Traveled through the birth canal
Nova Skye arrived

Compose with love
and you all be read

So grateful must one be
now to readers like you
who honestly confess they lie
never tell the slightest truth

then only comes out the lover's worth
when she of words unheard
does now hear

as you say
entice you may
anyone
with lovely words
you portray
so continue you may

Tell white lies only
friend like you confess
they only lie
may be as in lay

Ours was a love so promising in prospects,
We shared and bared,
Tales of old and stories of hope.
It was a bridged chasm and anchored for the mile.

If I could do the favours,
I played with words,
Proved my love,
Still love ne'er was enough.

You were desirable to the eyes,
Irresistible to the flesh,
The delight of lust,
The desire of most.

You're the one that's gone,
The foregone bone of one's bone,
Had expectations overtaken plans,
You would've birthed my children.

while introspecting
my co-relation with life
lilting waves prompt me

Laying onto cozy pillows,
(our night fellows),
they'll never fret
with nightmares' threat

or the weight of the heavy heads
when lay on beds
they'll never ache,
or shake or break.

They mum all the nights' secrecy
a policy
we should all learn
and fully earn.

I don't think
there's anything
left in me.

My therapist asked
"why do you keep going back to a dry well?"
echoing the chorus
of friends, family, clergy and strangers.

And I don't know.
The honest answer is
"I don't know."

And so, inevitably the question comes up
"do you want to be happy?"
And I know the easy answer is yes.
But when have I ever suffered easy answers?

I am now lying on the incline of a levee,
and look up in wonderment at the full sky
which seems much larger, more imposing,
as its third dimension pulls me deeper in.

I am far away from the modern city sky
the constant blinding by light pollution,
away from the high buildings that block
and slice the sky in many assorted angles.

Here, the sound of the mighty Mississippi
drifts on the stilled and syrupy night air,
and the fireflies, quite beautiful at dusk,
are no longer bright masters of the night.

approach life like
grasping a
firefly

behold the
absolute wonder
the brilliant
pulsing
light

in your gentle hands
for a moment

and then
let it go
again

The sweep of the willows held me
They are weeping as I, I know not why.
I shall walk within their arms, am I safe.
Where have these feeling boiled out from?

I only have set memories from before.
People places and moments in time
Talk to me, it will share these moments.
What can I say, that will not hurt others?

Therefore I shall keep my own council
I need few things to jog my minds window
Then tears roll down my cheeks, I miss.
There walking toward me are the reasons.