Ladies!!

before calling for equality..
in a Feminine Revolution,

are you ready
to share the same
washrooms,
toilets,
hairdressers,
and ...
the list
goes on
longer
every day !

lovely and enjoyed now,
well now,
sorry now is already over

like you say about
now,

I had a friend
long distance
he would always say..

you know....

then I would say
if I do,
then why tell me?

again he would say

you know !

Hush little baby please don’t cry
There’s not a speck of hope in the vast night sky
You got a mommy who loves you
She’s doing her best
She’s rented a room
So you can get some rest
Cuz she cannot sleep if you keep on crying

Hush little baby please don’t moan
You’ll make it through cuz you’re not alone
You’ve got a mommy who needs you
Though she may weep
For your daddy who has
A Promise to keep

Death speaks to the lips
Of an impure vision
Its crooked spinal stature
Lifts its eyes
Above his whispered name

Poetry, the written word, a silent scream
A whispered fear, or a gentle touch
From my soul to yours, to tell you where
I’ve been but in veiled and hidden images

Some things you must hold on to, keep to yourself
Not to dwell upon, but not to forget
To make the person you have become
Or the one you left behind

So much in the shadows of the mind
Waiting to come forth and join the
The journey we call life
Whether it be amazing or disparaging

I want to be the girl that flies
With crystal wings
Across blue skies
Untouchable
From down below
Always knowing
Where to go
I want to be the girl that lands
And this girl is greeted
With outstretched hands
I want my friends to keep me safe
From that scary terrible place
I want to be the girl that dances
She’s not afraid of taking chances
She’s been burned
But she’s not shy
I want to be the girl that flies

Thank you,
when what you gave was not enough
it was enough
that you gave.

It has been fun,
and laughter
and pain.

So long,
farewell
until we meet again.

far beneath the belly of the beast
the jungle crawls
silver and polished with the hot sun
the whine of the turbine
and the wear on the carbine

heavy and incoming
Pall Malls
and deaths
pall riding shotgun

and the gleaming fire of
the sun burning its hot
visions through the green
visor

The being that is you, inside

is finally just getting, here;

the one you need
to blame is greed

not, this scapegoat in the mirror.

This shadow of your more, pensive self

allows the both of you, to have a beer;

but, too much malt
will have you both, blame, fault

on an innocent, scapegoat in the mirror.

Neither one of you, will ever learn

for reasons still, unclear;

as far as I can see
you took the wrong, journey;

when you chose, to blame that scapegoat, in the mirror.

A naked tree bends in the breeze
A lonely leaf falls to the ground
It shudders in the winter wind
The December roar is the only sound

The bitter cold is unrelenting
A cloudy sky looms overhead
The dirt is frozen, hard and stiff
What was once alive has now been dead

The darkness settles like a knife
It tears the day apart
The streets are empty this time of night
The fields are barren like my heart