My name; to be loved.
By two gentle arms and hands.
Uncovering the New.

See I'm a maker.
Opportunity taker.
Good fortune raker.

You pay attention.
Juggling in small spaces.
Arms reach out for more.

Look codoledens!
Rising to the occasion!
Beholding the Light!

Hidden in safety.
Mystery lives, rests, and waits.
Lifting shrouds with time.

Great big empty space.
Great loss leads a teary muse.
Grateful at the end.

Five fingers laced twins
Three in one; mountains are moved
Mustard seeds in rain.

In the beginning.
God gave a Word, to call things
We repeat the names.

Reviving planet.
Earth bodies bend with great force.
Restart, pulse, and breath.

Horse drawn buggy ride.
From up to down; then they cried.
Sky is coming down!

Sprouting towards the sun.
New life leaves shade underneath.
Future babies born.

Sun Light so precious.
Trembling cold; death's fingers.  
Rays of Light, soaked in.

Steady soul creator.
Dirt, big Breath, pure precision.
Living art; a friend.

Monochromatic.
Wind colors the once shadowed.
A pallet from God.

Surrounded by wolves.
Safe and sound under the Rod.
Found, counted, and saved.

Two walls of the sea.
Walk of Earth through the abyss.
Watery road home.

Wandering worldlings.
Expansive minds and gold hearts.
Lacking room for you.

Dripping of gorgeous.
Your tender call, a tall task.
Palms cupped to receive.

Mounding mustard faith.
A tiny start; bigger end.
A bloom, drops, becomes.

Mammon madmen me.
Two paths to dueling choices.
Two masters; one served.

Oscillating prayers.
Reverberating distance.
Relfects back the same.

Who taught you to save?
Mister squirrel with your prize.
You forward thinker!

A Breeze stirs the tree.
This ripe leaf unfurling soon.
Reveal a new side.

Forehead inscriptions.
A door post decision made.
Sign of life inside.

Crafty artisan.
Feeds upon the stones of birth.
Gleaming in the eyes.

White Fleece soaked in sin.
Blood speaks to The Beginning.
Smell the fragrant Breath.

Come fourth blooming seed
Expose naked Satan's sin
Let good fruit spring out .

Brace me against it.
Fountains of momentum break.
Clashing out the flood.

Tough skinned and thin skinned.
Many are lonely; some weep.
Gain from joining in.

Beaked friends love wet grains.
Empty bowls hold no flavor.
Regardless they sing.

Pollution clearing.
Nature blooming out, birds sing.
It's a poet's world!

Undertow
Hues of blues stretch out endlessly until they plunge into the dark depths she has no light left to explore.
It starts gentally...so quietly that at first she doesn't notice
For fishes of many colors disrupt her vision and euphoria clouds her mind.
Ever more the tides tug at her clumsy feet as she swims out further towards the dissipearing sun.
Overcome with exhaustion, the ocean's deathly touches start to caress her thighs,
akin to a lover and she surrenders to waters as if they were sheets.
The waves begin to surround her head crowning her the queen of misery.
Eyes open, lungs empty, but she savors the silence.
Holes in her soul are filled with water,
watered down,
and bleeding into blurs,
She takes her first and final breath.

Feed my greed
green paper fees
show me what is feels like to stare at the world from above it
that space between in a room full of friendly faces
words of affirmation
play pretend at love
I have a knack for numbing
ask me what it's worth
with my hands stuck in my pockets
and my heart locked up with keys lost
next to the innocence I hate to set free
but the American Dream was calling
like a coward I fell in step
to join the herd of herds of herding
to a place where money grows on trees
as apples rot upon the ground
where the sky is full of blackness
the air we breath is stale
maybe with our heads stuck in the clouds
we will forget to be hungry
hang our hats up
honey I'm home.

A promising sight.
The horn shaped basket of fruits.
Plentiful and good.

She dug down in earth.
This hard brown ground we call home.
Spinning out in space.

Conundrum ensues.
Is it right or is it wrong?
Thoughts formed mold ideas.

Two round dinner plates.
Feast on the great possession.
Expecting more days.

Painter of bird plates.
My mother's, father's, mother.
Remember gold shoes.

Cage of hell holds birds.
Helpful Hand; Is Love coming?
Witness Wind and fly!

A shout shakes all things
Hovering church overlooks
Judgments reflection.

Your harrowing grasp.
Laborious pains foretelling.
Too full to keep in.

Fragmentation, we see perspective pieces of partioned existence
Departilization, show me what's buried deeper in the soild soul
Fermentation, drunk on the desires of my shaking breath
I hate this case that holds me.
Ivory sheets pulled taught over bones and memories
Don't run away
Intensity is what you asked for
Burning,
Inhaled,
Shakes,
On the edge of my
Tip of tongue
Let's wrestle with destiny
What is my name?
What was this first light to enter my eyes?
I
Am.

Two Big Palms hold; pass.
Big blue orb midst yellow stars.
Breaking up distance.

Beasts of old rooting.
Sweet deceit smells of apples.
Thankfully, I'm full.

Winged Messages fall.
Spinning, dancing, and flipping.
Land on earth to grow.

Satellite City.
Fire me your Frequency.
From above, within.

Doomed dust claims sourced seed.
Hemlock to dandelion.
Loam lore lends life light.

A tiny helper.
Secret, subtle, signaling.
Big burden; light yoke.

Heavy staffs and feet.
In the valley lay down, rest.
To flock among sheep.

Time before lightness.
Dark water face emerges.
Loneliness was learned.