When I first saw you,
You were standing beneath the trees.
I could hear your mind whispering your thoughts.
The winds were circling around you,
Like children in play.
I wondered, if you could feel the embrace they were giving,
or noticed the glow you radiated of beauty.
You reminded me of an angel
who stepped away to sing in solitude
of the wonderments which harbored within.
You caused the tree to weep in sympathy,
with its leaves, to graze upon your skin.
Still, your look was obviously far away,

THE TIN MAN

If I had a heart
it would bleed
for losing you.
If I had a soul
it would die
for missing you.
And if this heart and soul
could speak
they would tell you
that I did love you.

take a
step
into
the deep
black water
with ball and chain
and a mind spited with disdain
all the words will soak in pain for an emotive refrain
squirm and quiver at the bed of ice river
sink into the pit of the mentally unfit
and forget the soil of spoils
forever

Vitality, spirit, life
its zest sprouts out in colours
diamond facets
from each living thing
when spring puts out its mattress
takes the air

a sprightly step
that sounds the dance we know so well
in rhythms water echoes from its past
remembering the becks and rivers
little streams that prance from rock to sand
along through forest town and land
to glide when gathered

i keep my secrets .....................................................folded up
in the red of my heart, where there is no boundry.
You can dream until your bones ache
and dream until your vision blurs.
but my ............................................................................secrets
escape to my skull
where they stomp
and yell
where they........................................................................ beg
to escape.
stupid girl,
keep it contained.

Free drops of ink
have forth called
my innate talent,
my inner poet.

They've shown me how
potently they can write
about the unseen and
feelings deeply hidden.

i've read the chicken scratch
on the dirt road like tarot cards
"nothing" it said
nothing of your past
nothing for a future
anticipation for the present
anticipating nothing
this small town will bear down on you
with all its weight
throw its chains
turn the key in every lock
and tie you down
no matter how much you hope
no matter how much you want to fly
your grades slip
your world spins different
you crashed and you start to burn
underneath that blazing sun

Where I am from
there is a man
who roams the streets
doing nothing but drinking

His story a sad one
of a young man
destined for greatness
in the sport of baseball

Fate thrusting him down
a different path
fighting a war
in a far off land
called Vietnam

I do not know
and will never know
what he saw and experienced

But I am sure
it was not for
the weak of heart

Beautiful discussion of God's omniscience,
may I,
ENTER
the reality of the myth of god.
Who is god?
a corrupted form of good,
some guy knew little English
and spelt good as god.
He was thus himself so blessed,
upon his soul all did rest
peace came from within,
if with goodness one did begin
a mutual existence,
with utmost reverence,
co- exist the good god would emerge
from within us naturally.
Then we all shall become
symbols of immortality.
God who?

A man spoke to me on the corner
and asked my to a really great bible meeting.
I replied, enthused
"Does Jesus talk to you too?"
Yes, he said, all the time,
"Oh great I said, when do we start?"

I have the guns and bombs,
we kill the buddhists, muslims and jews
and blow up unholy abortion centers!"

He back-pedalled, dissembling madly and ran,
I was confused, for a moment, then shot him.