FOR ANNE

What can I tell you, Love of mine?
That I have never told before.
To say "I love you" one more time;
How many times? who's keeping score?

Another day dawns, for we two,
We face the world , we are a pair.
For what I am, then so are you;
The one for whom I deeply care

I feel the years now have some weight
They start to slow me but its true
That I can face my final fate,
For I've been blessed by loving you.

white milke in blue bowl
and the silver with its bright and dark
bent bow like
while the television
flickers
its brilliant pattern
telling me the world
is coming apart

the tap still lets water flow
the hydro works when I switch
on my lamp
the gas heater rumbles
when I need warmth

not so elsewhere
whirlwinds removed
houses lives pasts
and radiation floods
the sea

there is no comfort
for me if I live
there

all things shall pass away
but one seed of love,
from it grows every tree of life,
the feel of ecstasy
in the green velvet
of Om.

Abounding discoveries have taken us far
with galaxies galore we’ve found billions of stars
Awareness runs riot as research admits
the older perspective now no longer fits

As science and faith both draw closer in thought
a new way of seeing’s progressively brought
With all of reality so carefully re-etched
a choir of angels seems not so far-fetched

The most beautiful place on earth is the beach. The beach is where I found my inner peace. The first time I ever went to the beach was with my spiritual brother Stan. He owned a carpentry company and was offered a contract to remodel the kitchens of the beach front home on Myrtle Beach. Stan called my husband to let us know that he was on his way to do this job at the beach and wanted to know if we wanted to stay the night at the beach with him, his son Charles, and Charles’s wife. His son and daughter in law worked side by side with him in his business at that time.

Holding on to the precipice
of my reality.
Darkness over shadowing
creating a monstrous
personality

Surveying all that is before me,
searching for that one kill
which will bring
the orgasmic satisfaction

There I see them,
traveling with their fear
of the sunless sky.
While I am home in its blackness

The quick pounding of their hearts
attracts me,
like the beat of a seductive drum
pulling me to where the blood will run.

Nearly there…

It’s early morning and yet me
and six billion humans are rushing
headlong down the road to nowhere
with only a lifetime to get there.

This long dark road curves
like a steel rope
carrying all our weight
our hope

white lines pass intermittently
with a click of the cats eyes
under our wheels
my mind turns to road tax
politician inconsistent selfish
untruthful the shady deals

I wipe the tears of the rain

That run down my face

I'll wait for love in vain

Until time will shatter like grace

I'll hold you in my heart

Like the wind in my hands

I'll keep your memory as a whole part

Of my dreams that drift like sands

Until time is no more

The wound and pain of loving you

Will remain in a closed door

As a living existence of a love so true

In the hour glass

Memories of you will forever live

Like the beautiful lass

Realization of the weaker set
is part of the anatomy
Strength; reserved, is the proper thing
No match, no equal, has been observed

Certainly not this puny mind
nor the weak frame, needing support
Bones of steel, and cool blood
make for a champion

With ease, and a certain aplomb
the opening of doors, and holding them
leaves the impression of courtesy
"Control, is more like it"

A mocking bird just flying by
no intent on doing harm
but being a bit inattentive
landed on a long dead branch
which promptly broke

Before the branch did more than crack
the bird flew off not looking back
leaving the dead branch to fall
but that's not all

The branch was on a mountain top
and fell and hit a little rock
which was holding back a boulder
now unfettered
now rolling
now flying
over a short cliff
high up on the mountain