Didn't we dance on the edge of the earth?
I remember, we dipped our toes in the water
We saw where the ocean met the horizon
Where the sun dropped down to where no one could find it
Days ago I pressed my cheek to your chest
And heard the sound of your heart
Flitting fast, in its own frantic dance
But today I can't find the boy from the sand
Maybe you've realized that the earth has no end
Perhaps you followed the sun as it dropped
But I don't mind thinking that it is the end
If I can still dance on the earth's western edge

Water is like black people
It erodes everything
Eventually

I smell fresh wild flowers
Mixed with stagnant water,
Sweet...
Sweet... and you know,
I am all about the scent-sual.
Nothing gets me
Like the smell of wild
Untamed hills...
Seas of green... pollen floating...
Sun... burning white skin,
Pink...
Dunes of sand,
Crab grass...
Orioles...
Cardinals...
Golden Hawk on a fence post,
Watching...
Red-winged black birds
Follow me...
Water every mile...
Fresh Lake Perch,
Beautiful yellow fish...
Leelanau wine...
Favorite of mine...
This is my Northern love.
This is my...
Michigan...

Make a mark
Show your presence
Do what you deserve

We are all Human
The same blood runs through us
Do what we deserve

We can all make a difference
Choose to show we matter
Establish Attendance
Before we shatter

Make our marks
Follow dreams
Before one Embarks
And goes to extremes

Show that we care
Feel Someones Love
Each of us is rare
So fly like a Dove

Do not give up
Keep chasing
Flow like water from a cup
God is not replacing

Be yourself
You will not be held down
If you love oneself
So put on your crown

For you are Your own
Each of has a right
Standing we are not alone
Shine Your Life

We all have a purpose
A Right to be free
Life can act as a Circus
Make your plea

When you finish
Be able to say you conquered
Become your own Minish
Allow to be Honored

We all Have our rights

Rights of ourself

Rights of us all

One thing separates You from Me
In the end, I will be able to say
That I Finally

Did It

i was born there in that little house.
the one perched on top of muddy ditches and willow branches.
with broken boards piled where i crawled like a beetle.
dipping my hand in that bird bath, porcelain and cold,
i touched the world.
i touched the chill.
and water droplets stained my tattered dress
and i watched them disappear from me.
it was cold there.
cold with water on my hand
and the wind in my ears
and the ghost from under the deck
and the remainder of yesterday.

If what you say is true,
that your soul has died and
your heart has burst into flames,
then when I attend to your rotting being,
you wont be pushing up daisies
but rather, barbed wire and sandpaper.
Your cataclysmic life, as you refer to it,
has come to a jarring halt
like the tires that skidded but
couldn't save Janey when that
driver of drunken proportions
swerved into her path.
All of your compassions and pride have
drowned in the ocean of regret and sadness.
The same water that, on your first date,
she choked on after you made her laugh
so hard, it later spouted from her nose.
Sir, think back to who you were when she still walked this dirt.
Everything you were reflected in how she loved you.
Or, better yet, strangle yourself with the string of curses
she spat at you when she discovered your affair.
Your heir blooms in another woman's garden.

And in that garden lies a grave marker that reads: For Janey

My feet sludge through the mud,
my cheeks, red from the beating sun.
I don't know why I am in this desert,
thought it has rained here just days ago.

I was watching you through the rain
gazing, your eyes melt through mine.
Felt a cold touch in my heart...
It was the detachment from our souls,
they are finally joining to meet.
So long I have lost you,
now here we both stand.
It was here in the water,
in the desert sun,
I found you once again.

I beg the boiling sky,
I beg the now dry land,
to bring me back to him,
so our hands could clasp as well.
I don't know the days,
I barely know the time,
hours we have parted,
without ever saying goodbye.

But my eyes grow weak,
bleary and exhausted.
I long to close them, thinking of you...
we will meet again in the next life.
My love, I am so sure of it.

We will be here once again.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you

Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.

Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.

You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moment in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.

One hears the sound of water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.

Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
as if to level down time
and propel our  purpose.
Just as you ebb
from your story's past,
to channel its pain,
you propel past rocks
and aspire to climb.

Its tempo is buoyant, upbeat, urgent.
As your gifts to others becomes
more evident,
more replete,
more fluent.

Its tone is carefree, deep and abundant.
Just as your voice shares its light, insightful sentient.

The song takes its time to bring us through.
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
in everything
you do.

C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.