Sage salt cement pavement
A long walk
In my walking head
That head I let loose
Ponder where those people
A man woman two kids
In a sparse Toyota
That to me looks
Like a ball and chain
Where are they going
Where they been
They are happy I decide
Step forward walk look left
Down
Over into
Around
Why did those ants
Build their nest here
Exactly here
Why not two feet
Farther away from
The rumbling highway
And say inside
That other me the monitor
Voice
Just is
I pick up a can
Some person decided
To donate to the flora
And fauna
And wonder
Why are
What makes
People inconsiderate
Little eye my the
Other me answers
Just is
I amaze my body with feet
That stride and keep me up
With balance
Endless energy
A force
Turned sugar from a sweet
Powdered doughnut
Into energy
Without that other me
Even aware
Just happened
I walk on the grass
Next to the manmade
Sometimes
To thank my feet
And the sugars
That fuel me
And the world spins
And I go
Down the way
My salt sage
Concrete
Grass

Way

Do you remember those days
When we ran upon
Verdant fertile soils
Our nimble feet
Sinking deep into the soft mud
With windswept hair
Brushing against
Our damp skin
Glistening with beads of sweat
The scent of an everlasting summer
Permeated the air
As we played hide and seek
Under a canopy of singing birds
And the sunlight scattered over us
In shimmering golden circles
The sound of our laughter
Pulsating with boundless vigor
Rippled through the radiant skies
Of the most beautiful sunsets
While the dark of the night
Couldn't touch us
We were busy
Swaying and spinning
Under the starlight
Did the sun changed its course
Or did we grew up too fast
That loamy earth is crumbling
It's vitality long gone
Barren and abandoned
It yearns to hear
The melody of beating hearts
The air is heavy
With the deathly weight
Of a silence never felt before
But once a while
The fading echoes of our voice
Can be heard
Barely breaking
The stillness that abounds here
That invigorating sonority
Of the whistling birds
Has been drowned in
A harsh cacophony
Desperately revolting
To breathe life back
In a land
That was painted with
The colors of kaleidoscopic souls
Long ago
This decaying land
Won't call for a second glance
But if you haven't forgotten your roots
Someday you will look back
retrace your steps
And stare wide eyed
At the Graveyard
Of our childhood

"I know what you're thinking,"
She said with a grin,
"Not every story has
A happy ending."




"Once upon a time
Two children traveled
Apart at first,
Then a story unraveled.

He went by car
As gypsies often do.
State by state
Not knowing where to.

She traveled not as often,
Every few years.
Fate kept them apart
And yet some how near.

Destiny would have it,
They would finally land;
In the same place
But with a very bad plan.

They met in a courtyard
Decaying but sweet;
Here is where kids
Became lovers to meet.

Fate played tricks
That made them fall away;
And some years passed
Before they saw another day.

And life went on
That sad "come & go"
To repeat together and apart
But she didn't know.

She couldn't see the future,
But she can see the past.
They never had something
That was meant to last.

They had a marriage,
A daughter, a son,
But he was no husband or father,
Just a gypsy boy on the run.

Off into the wind,
He came as he pleased,
Sometimes with lies of love;
Fate always teased.

Destiny frowned with
A heart of despair,
Further away they drifted
Yet always so near.

They didn't rekindle,
The children did grow
Without a father
To love or to know.

Three hearts went on
And found love of their own
Because Mom made the broken house
And loving, happy home."



"That's how it ends.
I warned you," she smiled.
"Real happy endings
Only come once and a while."

I am Invisably Independant
A strong machine roaring inventive processes outwardly
As the manager, a friend, and a critic
Fails to see his damages making a dent
Into my side, that possesses the "Superman's Weakness"
The Kryptonite is My Charity and Sensitivity.
Does one use this to their advantage?
"Control this weakling and reap the fruits of his labors?"
No1
He does not know...as I become even stronger, inside..
I shall rise up and smack down his over-inflated pride.
He need not run me like a corporation
But need me as a friend
Instead of Bawling my soul out for Kiddyish mistakes
He needs to wake from his slumber
and Ill faded upbringing
And allow this bird
to start singing, freely.

Deal in sorry. It's lucrative.
Thousands of customers.
No loss. No theft. Nothing.
Possible at any site in any
Season. No need of buying
New pieces. For all ages.
For both genders. For them.
Currency-free. Add-free.
Smile is conducive. They all
Like it, love it, want it much.
Condescending counters be.
Fill your pockets with joys.

They painted her a portrait
that reminded them of her
Told her she was an outcast
She believed their every word

There are no explanations
for their blatant cruelty
The portrait of the black sheep
wasn’t a spitting image of me

I spent years trying to convince them
In every perfectionistic way
Always striving for greatness
but there never came a day

I took to beating myself up
Because I couldn’t get it right
The scars left on this body
Reflect a deep internal fight

Anxious and exhausted
I stepped out of the ring
broken and defeated
by the demons I was battling

I lived my life on false hope
believing the day would finally come
When they would love and accept me
for who I had become

Today that day does not exist
their portrait still taints the wall
but I realize I can’t win this battle
by keeping myself small

So I painted a self portrait
Of much more than what they see
Forever on my wall it speaks
“You are good enough for me”

when you write to write
but not to listen
can you right the rites
that sit there, glisten

red upon the stones
heart plopped
dangling from a throne
some gruel?

Who could be so cruel
Where has the sun shone
this dread
The man, he moans.

Is there one to christen
One to keep this night?

As of yet, no might.
Shall he --
        is he risen?

I sold this moment
for the price of

momentary happiness.


Memories are not refundable.

Sometimes I wish I could erase past events
Wandering wasted thoughts drive me insane
If I could I would wipe out your persistent name
Along with every memory of us from my brain