Awake again with only this
Pen to place me back
To sleep
Slipping from a quiet majesty of
Velvet darkness --- I've emerged the
Half-sleeper caught between two worlds
While the night shift keeps on working
The honey of my mind is
Challenged by the drug of time
There is a time when all men should
Sleep forever or should have
Slept forever
I am still asleep
Or ---not awake
Sitting here pounding at
Keys with numb flesh

In every droplet of water
lies the future of a generation
that has yet to come.

To waste it
is to invite tears of regret tomorrow,
the mark of despair.

Once lost,
it can never be replaced.

"My Word Is My Bond"
Not For Persons Who Abscond
But Those Honour Bound

COOL WATER
...
Sultry days of summer coming real soon
No breeze, still trees, parched throat needs
Cool water - still can't quench this thirst
Clothes dropped in stages, hastily peeled
Water can't cool this fire I feel
My soul is surely doomed to burn
Without the cool water of your touch
M E Wilson 04152009

Sometimes words of wisdom come too late.
Each one of us learns the secret of sharing,
with the patience given through trial and error,
honest and sincere efforts and caring,
open the doors to a deep and meaningful relationship.

Sacrifice of self and unconditional love
provides a basis for real love.
The depth of human love exceeds all emotions and
opens the door to personal growth.

Fads and styles do trend
Fifteen Minutes Fame portend
Values last till End.

Memories my Life’s Memoirs

Memories are imprints
everlasting ones,
on footprints,
maybe
finger prints,
of time,

but all evade us
even does time,
but memories take
much longer

these none can erase,
it’s an inevitable phase,
today
becomes
a yesterday
and
tomorrow
we hope to play,
again as a today

then memories, more will form
friend how then
can one wash them away
can you, friend or anyone
that ever say

Muddied rubber causes crisp shattered leaf spines;
as frigid air bites at exposed ears turned florid.
Whilst naked trees caress the air with animate arms,
relived of their conventional adornment of green.

Cameras capture the aesthetic of autumn weather,
as the scheming winds muss hair styles;
appropriating hats and summer in a bitter swipe,
but with more so mischief that malevolence.

All words used to curse
Creating feelings adverse
Dump them in a hearse

What is the genius of human kind?
Is it the magic captured in the folds of the mind?

The unique capacity for original thought.
Endless constructs exist that challenge what we are taught.
Leaving us unsure grasping for clarity,
aware that we unsure of our reality.
Questioning the source of our mortality.

Drawing us in closer persistence and recognition
that we are linked by compassion and empathy.
Bound in spirit and love together.
Prepared to escape wherever we gather
one spirit, one power, one soul combined.