sunsets beauty showing pastel lighting
mother nature's canvas unfolds to earth
the tress outlined in shades of dark shadow
hanging heavy from nights dew drop splendor
forest creature will sleep without the fear of harm
upon it's floor a bed of leaves and twigs
cushion the sound footfalls that man will make
all is silent at peace and rest for now

And there is always someone in more pain,
a hunger to which I can not relate.
Someone who's anguish, borders on insane.
Someone with so much more upon their plate.

And what right do I have to make complaint?
What horrors have I suffered on this Earth?
Empty canvas devoid of hope or paint,
a victim from the moment of Its birth.

What right have I to morn upon its grave?
What solace gathered should I end it's plight?
What false anger unfurls the flags we wave?
And what would be the point, to win its fight?

Blinding darkness
Only seeing with the naked touch
That sends images to a fevered mind,

Fingers navigate every contour of a physical soul
Pleasure heightens with each new discovery
Of a erogenous zone,

Salty sweet sweat begins to pour
From the heat that rises on the surface of the skin
Breaths of air escape in fevered pitches
As if a beast emerged from somewhere deep,

Eyes now see the beauty of the aura
As conscience is loss of the outside world
And senses flare into universal oneness,

there are shadows
written on the land
like bloodstained
pursuits
like abandoned holy grounds
where sacred spirits dwell

where snow falls
the dead ash of ideals

there are stirring currents
flickering
brilliant like the hot want
of sunlight on a chilled day
and Moons swift in passage
through a month of pain

for all the lost
and all the found
the truths will
be

and all shall see

We love life
and as long as we love life
life loves us

and doing so
we love each other
and all peoples of this earth.

Hatred has no place
in a world of peace
as peace is all we need
to work towards
every day
every minute
all the time.

With peace
we can move mountains
and cause opposition to melt
in the heat of the sun
that shines
full of laughter
and tears of joy.

Round orbs of light swirl in the dark night sky
Which float above an endless world of hate
Their light absolves all fear of youthful death
The wars, they rage around our children's souls
Disease and hunger steal their life away
Here in this war torn world no one is safe
Children look to these strange orbs for comfort
They hope that when they die they will go there

Wounded, I can't speak of the knives
The ones that cut me so I bleed
Old scars have been re-opened
They fester with dirt swept under the rug

Poison arrows fly at me from ambush
and I bravely struggle on
Holding the shield to protect my heart
I cannot find Plan B

You couldn't possibly invent history,
no toe can get a foothold around an
idea whose time has come.

I tell you the honest truth, it wasn't Professor
Plum in the drawing room with the smoking
gun, it was DNA that committed the crime
and made the difference that originated
all children of a lessor God committing the
sin of skin.

The turmoil poets face,
To relieve all tension,
That mostly women create,
By their ill-choosing,
Since men only bask,
In the sun of glorified victory
They bake out of a hot oven

Then men move on remorseless,
To another similar,
Future likely haven...

Women alone recall life
Like crumpled autumn leaves,
Trampled by rapid winds of scorching time,
Lost in the dust of mental disintegration

Then in place of a smile,
They spend weeping all their while.

Tonight the northern star and I will speak
Together will see the power of fantasy
No alarm to wake me or lingering responsibilities

No fee to pay only the spark of friendship
No slithering monotony to have its way with me
I know it seems optimistic, in a cosmos so twisted

The sounds of grand pianos play until daybreak
Festive wine poured into every glass this night
That dream is not just vivid, it’s ready to be lived