I see under myself,
In the acrylic mirror.
Expressionless portrait
Of sorrow and wonderment
Artistic beauty of self expression.
Picasso-ish,
Contemplations of self
Breathing out obsessions
Unspoken words being heard, and
Thoughts being felt.
Between the lines I see
A façade of Truth
Contrast and color,
Painting the knowledge within.
Withering traditions,
Confessions tell
Of being strangers to ourselves.

The wind whispers a cold tune,
A sense of loneliness fills the air.
The unkindness of the world
Echoes through my mind.

I hear people starving,
Forgive me, for I am not

I am awaken from this
Sally Struthers          
Commercial,                                      
Wanting to ride my bicycle
One more time, before questions
Of heaven and hell arise.

Into the sun we will walk
One day,
past the clouds.
Are we in hell
searching for righteousness?

Do we seek that staircase
To enlightenment?
Do we follow the yellow brick road
To wake from this dream
Called Life.

Departing this world is no dream,
Shadows of an unforgivable past
De-illuminates  your destination
And St. Peter utters
“ Sorry we reached our limit”

A thought of you
Brings happiness to my soul.
I close my eyes to paint you
In my dreams, but
I am sadden knowing,  
I will never hug you
or
Hold you.
We are worlds apart and
In two different times.
I know you would draw me the world
or write my happiness, if I asked.
You live in the land
Of The cross forest, a sacred land
For our sacred friendship,
I may never meet you
But
I’m forever yours.