Swim thru thickness
breath with no resistance
peace lives here
chaos fails to break thru.

Ignorant bliss,
turning rolling twists
thru my compact sea,
within me I fail to see,
the child longs, to swim free.

Never knew drowning
felt like birth;
Confusion should lie here,
masked, by serenity.
(c)KF03

You! Do you wonder how you changed the Course,
the "Flow of the Weave,"
Across your own Microcosm?

You should know of the Khyber Pass,
and the armies that crossed there over centuries,
Families crushed, *****, forced to change.

And yet, across this violent Cacophony,
Life,
Embryonic,
always endures.

So what to fallen Gods, worshipped by dying generations?
By Assimilation's weak dead grasp,
A page is turned,
A thread is woven,
and a generation,
to pass.

Slivers of unintended new experiences
Stuck painlessly into our feet
Moving along the same splintered wooden dock
We both have trodded before
Too safely to have carried any scar tissue
But now our earth touchers resemble
Porcupines that when touched
Refuse to release our quills
But offer a story or two to remember we've been here before instead
Of losing the memories we've gained.
And when we finally pick the wood out
it fashions into a fence gate that opens up to
New stories new experiences
New feelings new apprehensions
Just new
New looks on a new face wrapped in gift wrap
So I have to make it Christmas to open them up
without buying anything but just by giving the gift of presence as presents.
And anything more is another present under the tree
It's nice to know that sometimes when you plant trust
It grows into honesty
Honestly it's refreshing
It's a test of moral strength and how far you can carry the torch.
In the Olympic sport of courting

As the beautiful leaves
upon high bristled trees
must fall as fall turn winter

we must, as time comes
fall over and die
but we shan't do it alone-

yes... together

for we must die
and while many years shall go by
until we must think of such things

we need not mourn this fate
this ominous end, this opening gate
for just being allowed to die

makes us lucky

for the number of people unborn
the acceptance of existence- torn
shadows any number we could see

more than the grains of sand
in the sahara, and
more than the fishes in the sea

and of those unborn ghosts
are greater poets, better hosts
better scientists, never to put on lab coats

when thinking of the billions  
that could be here replacing the millions
making our existences seem small and meek

against these stupefying odds
you and I, no scourge of the gods
in all our ordinariness

well we...

we are the lucky ones.

I awoke this morning
With the wind touching my face
A cool breeze waking me up,
As if shards of ice were blowing kisses. 
Touching my face, eyes, shoulders;
anywhere the warm flannel sheets forgot to protect
The morning light urges my eyes 
to open and I realize the windows
were left up to let the breezes in
Wrapping a sheet around me,
I shiver from the cool crisp air
And walk to the bench by the window 
Humming birds are practicing a duet
Such a beautiful sound to wake up to. 
The wind blows thru my hair 
And kisses my eyes. 
Good morning she says. 
Good morning ...

The city sounds like the muted trumpet beats of a the nineteen year old protege.
Who is sitting in the shadow of the black cube sculpture on Astor Place.

There's a sixteen year old waiting for the subway,
She is singing alone, to You Make Me Feel So Young, while her absent-minded mother snaps along.

Tonight she will relive the boys she has known, who have held her waist and kissed her mouth and
She won't feel anything because
she is unconsciously dancing to the trumpet music and jazz playing around her in Washington Square.

I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to ****
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, ******* from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.

I in my life,
have the life entire,
to prove this wrong,
In about one hundred years strong,
you wont believe in god,
As the age of pisces hath passed on,
the bull and the ram,
long since been gone,

the lamb and the goat,
the stupid and weak,
will prey upon,
come the wolves in heat.