the crimson blood slips from your veins
onto the bed with crimson frames
staining the wood deep red
so you'll forever stay in my head

Be Love
Make everyone feel important
From the greatest to the least
From the most obnoxious
To the most kind
From the most foolish
To the most wise
We are made in
God's image
That is why we are all
Important.

Shalom!

“happy mother’s day!”
plastered everywhere,
tangled in my hair;
it’s knotted and tearing,
crowding my eyes,
my ears..
it frustrates me.

If travel be not in the head
What else can its name be
For the imagination is how
We see and travel a concept
That moves in picture books.

Mary **

Rumbling tumbling
Spinning twisting
Ideas are socks in my clothes dryer mind
Some emerging fresh and new
Some lost to that forever place where socks
and apparently ideas
go

there is nothing i wouldn't do to relive last night.

i want nothing more than to just sleep in your arms one more time.