I find it odd
That the square root
Of negative one
Defines an idiot sod
Who calls himself god
Whose existence is moot
For when it all begun
His omniscience,
his omnipotence
and omnipresence
were lost in ignorance
of science.

l'm honoring my son's 27th birthday
and will equal his number of years,
with reasons he's the apple of my eye
'twas a baby that rarely shed tears;

number 2 he's creative, 3's his sense of humor,
number 4 he's my family's "glue,
"5 and 6 he's quiet and keeps to himself,
7, 8 makes me smile and laugh, too;

9, 10, 11 his integrity,
quiet ways, never raising his voice,
12 through 15 he's my life and my hope,
he's a thinker, and acts only by choie;

My hue holds no definition
Thoughts paperless,
No weight attached
Breezes blow and some things change
Some stay the same
Colorless lines fill pages with hope
None answering the question
As to how one continues to write when the pages are full.
Impossible to answer without a pen
Never to exist without a thought
Finally finished with no guide
Exactly how it was thought to be all along

Twin boys were born untimely to a maiden, "fair"
on an otherwise non-eventful day,
three moutths to feed gave her quite a scare
so she sent one son far, far away.

She sent one son to be adopted in France
Ahmal was the boy's first name,
with just the one son she'd have a better chance
although she loved them both, just the same.

She’s Sitting…

She sits but feet from my touch,
her eyes speaking to all who see.
If I can love her this much,
would she ever care for me.

Who has the time for taking food,
head is lead by heart or ringed nose.
Are my feelings so misunderstood,
a body’s dying while love grows.

DAD! as your daughter,
I must protest.

Don’t talk about sex,
Eeewww.
It makes me want to spew.

You know I love you
and will forever more.
But “please” dad,
SHUT THE TOILET DOOR!

Don’t kiss mum in front of me,
or any of that muck.
Yuck!

Don’t walk around in your y-fronts,
You never know what I might see!
Uck-a-v.

It grosses me out!

Your wrong
I'll come back strong
I've made mistakes
My heart really aches
I want to make one thing clear
My life is a premier
No matter what you say or do
I'm no longer blue
You didn't take a look inside
If you did you'll be on a good ride
I'm writing this song
To tell you, you're wrong
I can handle it
I'm not a misfit
Some reason I can't change your mind
I'm just one of a kind
I've been there along time

when the world started to crumble
i had already bought the necessary insurance.
but i soon learned that
when the persons responsible
were indistinguishable from me,
insurance wouldn't fix some things.
even if i was only trying to fix things myself.
some instinct left over from when
worrying about the end of the world was needed
was still left inside me
and i don't know why he didn't have that instinct, too.
small pieces had always been falling away
but once the orbit changed, everything seemed okay.

I didn't have to let you know who I truly am
I can pretend I don't care if you laugh at me
I hate being alone is something I don't admit
Pretending to keep my face like stone so you cant see

My pretty little invisible mask keeps you in the dark
From the world keeping all my secrets I can hide
But seems it is always the same, these feelings felt
I search day and night to be truly happy inside

An hour of happiness

I still spend an hour with you
at the shore
where we met first
that’s for sure

till today each day
I spend an hour with you
as if 'twas just yesterday
now though more than
many decades away

what kind of love
the modern world can show
I wish to know
when we part for ever
for good
who would love
the way I could

today is that day
this never came
I waited for you all the same
but my love hasn’t dwindled a bit,