A perfectly lovely scene.
That reflects a beautiful city.
A-glow with white glitter
that covers the city streets
and glistening roof tops.

The icicles slowly come to life
along the sides of buildings
otherwise gaudy with technology.
Odd, how nature puts a wholesome beauty
into things that were never beautiful.

Of all the things that she can do,
beauty, and life are her talents.
Therefore, the lucky ones who see the ice fairies
dancing on the windowsills,
surely must enjoy life more
than those who just see
snow!....

Cookies, Cookies which ones to make?
Cookies, Cookies which ones to bake?
Is it oatmeal for him? sugar for me?
Ooh! these jam ones look scrumptious (in the picture) you see?
Will it be bran for momma, or peanut butter for sis?
Oh, I could cook them all and someone's favorite still miss.....
I could wash, and I could dust & sweep and mop , till i'm dead,
but alas, if you watch, I'll be baking instead because I have cookies in my head.
Cookies, Cookies, which ones to make
Cookis, Cookies, which ones to bake?

I shower you peek
I flash what you seek
I see a glint in your eye
your thinking of cherry pie

I nibble on your neck
a kiss, but just a peck
I linger then bite your lip
you squeeze my hip

You pull me near
i wonder where tonight my dear
your musk fills my senses
your muscle hardens and tenses

I think i want to feel more
so I close and lock the door
This sign is universal indeed
you know i am in need

Your love is devine
to know you're all mine
You know me, I know you
we know just what to do

No more do we guess
or try to impress
Our love is like a dance
during *** it's like a trance

My senses are reeling
i love this feeling
i always want more
waves crash upon my shore

always a gentleman
even when its just for fun
i love the sound you make
right before you start to shake

Your taste is intoxicating
and leaves me pleading
always over too fast
even if it could last
we couldn't anymore
so i unlock the door..

WHAT TO DO....



FORGIVE

LIVE

LOVE

LAUGH

PRAY

SLEEP

PLAY

EAT

CRE­ATE

There was a time it was f! that noise
then there was yelling at the boys
an alcoholic cacophony
we put the fun in dysfunctionality.

Only a wish for peace and quiet
then it was there
and there was you
and quiet you could do.

I had scars, horrors to tell
i needed to cry and scream and yell.
A listener you turned out to be.
A perfect friend for me.

I have talked it through
and here are you
quiet in your independence
but nothing to say hence.

I see your horrors now
and wish for you to take a turn
and talk it through and learn
how healing it can be to let it out you see.
Please, just talk to me.

Death blew through today
took a thousand souls
and went on his way
Nothing to give, only to take
just left tears flowing in his wake.

I saw him on the news gloom
my dad says he was ever present
in the emergency room
opened the door for my nanny
she said no it's too soon.

Religious quarrels pave his way
hard economic times make his day,
no prayers or pleas are heard
just collecting souls, in the wind like a bird.

The storms, wars, and accidents
make it necessary to dig holes
to take the very young and very old
and those that always sell their souls.

Yes, death had a long day today
so hard to see the sorrow and
the young and the old beg and borrow.
The widows and the mothers crying
and so many dying.

It is a fact of life
we must go when we are through with the strife
a quarter for the ferryman
or to take the incarnation of death by the hand
either way we cannot stay.

Namaste....