If you're an adult
or a child,
civilized or
living in the wild,
let mother nature
guide, nurture and lead,
then all you need
is to imitate
what she would
naturally
illustrate.

God has always
educated mothers
what they need
to educate.

They're an eclectic company
who lie beneath the late spring sun
far too many, far too many
each some loving mother's son
all of those who've gathered here

Some from the war between the states
others thought they'd end all war
or stopped Hitler spreading all his hates
and Koreans on that distant shore
Vietnam took many who were dear

Triangular, rectangular,
the horizon full of houses,
the trees a minority like toys placed in between,
out of place in man-made rows
like flowers in parks, arranged;
society is military,
ordered, tidied, clipped and swept,
while nature watches from the woods and hills,
she wonders as to why she feels made alien,
when it's she who is the keeper of our souls.

THE CHOSEN

Where is the womb
that held me.
the voices
that comforted me
and the love
that saved me
from the beast within
that tears and rips
into nothingness..

Where is the old wisdom
that took away my fear.
Do the dead see and hear.

Is there a God who knows me.

She sits right beside me

Delicate and earnest

Her stunning hair flowing

Like flowers in the breeze

And I believe that she is

More romantic than a rose

Puts on more charms than orchids

Expresses more passion than marigolds

And she is outright more beautiful

Than calla lilies

Though all these things I say

Are true to the naked eye

But one will not know

That she is more unstable than dahlias

For monkshood flowers should be present

Wherever she is

Phlox are sweet dreams

a poet true
is one who creates anew
and
treads not on the beaten path
already trod upon
you are one such one
that makes you ,
you…
a classic poet are you!

The Word Bomb…

I want to build a bomb,
really build it well.
I want to make it large,
then climb inside it’s shell.
Make it safe for other creatures,
clever enough to blow us all to hell.
I’m ashamed to say I’m human,
on this planet that we dwell.

It mustn’t harm the children,
for they have yet to live.
Without the greedy adults,
maybe they’ll learn to give.
Perhaps the new beginning
will teach them a better way.
that even the tiniest creature,
has a right to have his day.

overlap
falling
see through like a ghost

we cycle through our walls
inflexible and tumbling
snowflakes
walls torn apart
by the ideal and principle
of war

Lifers we carrry on
dusted and bruised
bloodied with our
eyes
hooded

letters scented with home
Love strength
weakness

ghosts

the greatests power
spirits

rising like whitecaps
rushing towards
the hestitant future
so sure

What do you call it
that turns your life
upside down?
That makes your heart
belong to another one,
someone who becomes your day
your star and the sun.

You know!!

 That's when you've
 millions of things to say,
but choked with words,

you would probably say none

Take me quickly oh Lord
I commit myself to the sea
I commit myself to the endless rolling waves.
I commit my body oh Lord
my broken bones and my shattered heart
I commit myself to the vastness of the Sea.

Pour out my blood oh Lord
pour it out like cheap wine
pour it out like cheap, rancid wine.
let it mingle with the waves
let it merge with the currents
let it be a feast for the fish and the hungry gulls.