A fallen leaf swaying in the wind,
succumbing to its will before bowing to earth,
becoming one with the land
to begin the joy of a lifecycle's rebirth

The foamy waves along the shore
coming and going, forming a pattern of the sea
changing landscapes through time,
displaying their treasures on the beach for you and me

The palm trees waving from a distant,
greeting the visitors, humans and animals
while the birds flying across the heavens
such graceful wind dancers of the world

PUPPETS. BIRDS AND OTHER THINGS

I am a puppet on a string
a bird with a broken wing
floundering.
I can't dance or sing
with grace and dignity
as I used to. do.
But you will hear my truth
ring out in words golden. clear
and if you look carefully
you may see me standing there
for my heart and soul I bare.

Its sad, I really hate talking to your a~~
As you miss the exit home, I let you pass
We are leaving the Children Hospital with our daughter
And her two daughters, ugh those dead beat fathers
The cardiologist insist its a behavior problem and all she needs is a whack.

A Perscription for discipline he ordered
And that's not sitting well with my daughter
Now she is pissed saying, “he just wasted my time”
Not a word out of me, a zipper is mine
As he continue to drive miles on I-77 unbothered.

To embrace silence is to offer a chance to listen
and to separate the truth from the lies
to decide which is fact and which is fiction
so that the mind will be clear, not blind.

When too many voices are speaking,
there is a risk of misinformation.
Too many perceptions can only bring
wrongful judgement and misinterpretation.

Many people speak without thinking
their tongues wagging, gossipping,
forgetting their own shortcomings
as if they are non- existing

LOOKING BACK A CHILD'S HEART

I regret the many foolish
and hurtful things I've said
and done when I was young.
I'm sorry for the wasted days
turning into lost years fleeting by.

I never did understand the anger.
the beatings and the silence
.My child's heart felt too deeply
and hurt too easily
and sometimes I wonder
why I was the one of two
who survived.

A memory ingrained only

I remember the one ....
since long gone...
she left all forlorn...
gave birth to two..
then left all including him and me too ....

she was a darling love once...
but was fooled in by a dunce ....
she gave in to him..
left memories only ...
sad story ...

she was young ....
I couldn't help her even once..
she wouldn't listen...

histories pressed on the walls
the thin face now
rushing through the traces
And my muses Like Valkries
ride....the horse tired

the cracking brace

The mill torn down
full of its nightlong noise
the rippling twenties
roof...its lights..
its beepers of the
back up loaders

I’d like to cup your face.... and each bit of your face... with my lips I'd love to trace.....let divine set my pace... we will nectar all over trace... twill be my place... where comes a fountain ..and your where shoots like the gun... with ecstatic loves abandon ...we will entwine... like summer vine... in between the integrate... two loving minds... yours and mine.....now is the hour... we have together.... love each other like no other ...you grasp me my whole ...let's be integrated as a single soul ...and live a loving life as one singular sole..but whole...

Stars white clouds vivid visions, twitching fingers Mog alive. On horseback Urilla gallops. Her black hair sways in the wind. Red eyed and conscious Mog strengthens her unaware. she impales Annabel takes her trophy of heads at foot of the mountain her secret uncovered. Game over "off with their heads" has come to an end