directing the wind the plates of earth
the lava flowing the animals
I think
of causing the clouds to rain
the sky to thunder
hail to fall
the fawns to all have mothers
the lowest rat baby
to have a ****
the ants to have their bounty
and the bees to make honey
to make the rivers flow love
and I question
the references I have studied
and found no answer
until I saw Dog
is God
spelled backwards

The game of hurt and apologize has no foreseeable end
Political , corporate , media manipulators will continue to maim and **** while begging forgiveness until all their detractors are dead

Tonight all the spirits come out and dance
Tonight all the beasts jump around and prance
Tonight we join that ancient Celtic trance
From Japan to America to Johannesburg to France

The spirits and fairies walk the earth tonight
As we watch and tell stories to induce fright
As werewolves and zombies come out into the light
And all of the witches shall do as they might

So happy Hallows eve, wherever you are
Be it in a haunted hedge or a ship in the stars
From the days of the first druids to those of flying cars
Let us all, human or not, come out to laugh, sing, and roar

I died to the sky beauty
she just seemed to go on until eternity
I just fell in love with a rainbow
I didn't find a *** of gold
but a radiance
I made love to a mountain
her tall peaks above anything
I swam in the sea
felt encompassed
and would be glad to drown there
in a valley peak dale
arms of the sky clouds like fingers
soft fluffy love
I love it here

my ultimate judge of things
Missy, if her tail wags it's good
I often recite poems to her
and she rarely flicks her tail
a stray like me, she Is mostly Black Lab
and has sense confidence and good judgements, except
for wanting to chase anything on two wheels,
well she loves Foghat
despises Scorpion or other hair bands.
Her job is to mostly lie around
and on occasions flip the tip of her tail if she likes a song
or my dancing or  my poems.
She is a tough audience,
and I admit trying to bribe her
with bits of hot dogs and bologna.

a dark star humming
and another day coming
thinking of
the long ago days and wonderful things all left
in albums

the seasonings in the meat and
simmering on the stove now
the oven pre-heating
it's taco night
I got quite the audience
3 kittens and Missy
all watching it so intently
I can read their eyes and minds
they are thinking
hot **** we gonna
eat good tonights