Sitting in a pile of black and white lace
Covered with the scent of sweet summer haze
To her imagination, she gives chase
With a plastic smile plastered on her face
A residue of a fire once ablaze

Once porcelain white skin now caked in grime
Evidence of abuse from passing time
A past beloved item of bedtime
Melodies of yesterday, treasured rhymes
Being this forgotten should be a crime

Nonexistent voice now sounds so raspy
For silent nights are always most nasty
"No one wants to stay by your side, lassie."
A pool of mythic tears so icy
Must be why her eyes appear so glassy

Thousands of days, she sits in harsh darkness
Waiting for spectators, a failed actress
Her shattered heart lying in the ashes
The flame of hope now doused in hopelessness
Until one day arrives a pure goddess

Fluttering blue butterfly
O so sweet!
Whipping your wings
Vibrating,
sofly floating in the wind.
Bright green hummingbird
Speeding pass
directs you to nectar
from honeysuckle nearby
Ambrosia, absolutely.
The butterfly never forgets,
Memories last forever-
Since this butterfly is immortal.
Remember?
Resplendent human hands
Clasping white water lily
Gently pouring clean light, brown soil
into petals' opening
A small handful of water mixed as well
Then off floats waterlily, set down gently
On large rectangular glossy river
Having no beginning , no end.
Clear sky, all light,
Enchanted, mesmerized, humbled!
Were butterfly's feelings
To see The Divine Being
Create human girl
In the Higher realm^
Butterfly felt the new unique presence
already born as a tiny spark
And heard a voice telling the Lily
'This is how you were made'
Watching it perfectly sail away.
Now here flies butterfly!
Into Earth 3D plane
And has felt the unique spark again.




4:47am Thursday, 26th, May, 2016.

I’m sending all the letters that I wrote to you.
Each on paper; plain, lined or scrap,
in pencil or pen with misspelled letters
and scratched out words.

A text would have been faster
a tweet would have been easier
but I can’t tell you I love you
in any less than 3 pages.

So I’ll take them to the post office
and send them out today
they’ll make it to you first
but I’ll be on my way.

Fat jokes are not funny,
Donald Trump jokes are even less funny,
Wanna be's for power and money,
All those macho day dreams,
Is politics ever what it seems?
What is wisdom? Socrates asked,
A question that sets a task,
Well, fat jokes are not funny,
Donald Trump jokes, so not funny,
Wise sayings, not for money....