I often wonder if we could stand a little stronger
You could always catch me when I fall
And when your knees buckle
I'd save you from the ground.

You catch me when I'm staring
I turn my head and laugh
your still as beautiful as on the day we met
Other times , when the light hits you a Certain way
I can see both our daughters in your profile
and it blows my mind away
Honestly ...

You're my best friend
don't ask me why
You hold your ground when you're right better than any man, and when you're mistaken,,well it happens seldom times,
you are big enough to stand up and make it right
You work like a mule
you are stubborn through and through
These are just some reasons I fell in love with you
You're the mother of my children my partner and my friend
I don't know where I'd be now if you didn't take my hand
Growing old *****
But together we strive
you and I will make it through
side by side,
I still stop to wonder if we could ever stand stronger you'd catch me when I fall?

One small flame
That is uniquely yours
It eats away at its wick
Like time eats away at our
Bodies. It brings us comfort this little flame, it shows us our surroundings in the dark. Though it is small it brings about warmth.  
Put to other things it can spread and the flame can create a huge roaring fire.  If I force this flame upon you it is intrusive,  perhaps blinding and burns , the smoke obscures.
If you need to find a source of light you may look upon my candles flame and find commonality there for you too have such a candle.
Funny, when many candles come together: they look like the stars in the universe.  I hope this message finds you well, and when we part I hope you are better for our meeting.
⁰

Turn turn
Bury your head in the sand
It seems as if God has
Forsaken this promised land
Is it failure of our leaders ?
Failure of faith?
Families in which there is no
Solid base?
Alcohol and drugs
Found in everyplace?
We are distant from, hope and our Lords grace.
As long as money can flow
Into pockets,  they'll use the poor
And sick to flock us.
They wish to separate faith from the masses,  by mocking us.
Divide to cause fear
Provide a dream that cannot be
Obtained
Consume and spend
The debt will never end
Hope has all but died
But greed keeps the machine alive.

This balloon can protect you from heat and rain
Hold tight to its string
and it can take you away..
don't fly too close to the sun,
it'll burn
that way.
This balloon is like life's problems, we can put energy
and substance in it
until it grows as big as a house.
Or, we can shrink it down,..
let the air out.
Place it in our pocket and carry it
easily around.
A story comes to mind of a young girl from a wealthy home who was asked what she wanted for Christmas.."a balloon!". Was what she answered.
Like Truman Capote wrote
" its a penny thing, but its pretty"
We can choose the color of our balloon,  make it see through and yet huge, where we fool ourselves everyday, that,
what we can't see, can still be in our way.  
Color your world vibrantly and take up space.
Color your ballon with passion and grace.
Let it float above,,
just like God's love.
A penny thing thats pretty.

Dancing and holding her
hips
the small bend of her back
That flat
full belly
It can't be matched
It can't be copied
We may lust for that
Power
We can fool ourselves into
Believing our bodies
Could be like a
Her
But none can design like
Nature
I walk with my arm around her waist
And I can smell her hair
And the nape of her neck
Delicate but strong
Not like a man at all
Amen

A long time from now
When you have turned
Purple and black
I will be high on a green dragon
Looking down
Not just at you
But at the many years that have passed

I will remember,  I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
Had I asked you would have said "Yes"
And that you would hang in there .
Until the time you would see me,
Mounted high waving goodbye
On that magical dragon

If I only knew..I would've asked.

When does a person reach the point,,
Of enough
What atrocities
Must there be
When they've seen
Enough
It is
Not just  my country
Ending its cycle
But the spirit of that
Nation,
Being divided
By unknown traitors
Who knows where they hide
And to fight them is too shame
And to stand together never
Happens now
That they
Run the game
But this is no idle matter
It concerns all citizens
Democracy is dead
The body is buried in
The parchment
We nigh could agree
The Constitution
Should be remembered
Even if our country
Is dismembered.