I followed you to the hill 
Yesterday 
On silently treading shoes 
You never looked round 
Never knew I was there 
And continued on your winding way 
Following the trees 
That lead to 
NO 
WHERE
Loosing yourself 
In silent delight 
Hiding from a world of silent scorn

We bleed purple and silver 
The only colors we know 
Held up to see the silver light of sun 
And the purple flames below
The dark alleyways 
Painted in taken possessions 
And stolen hope  
We stare at the memories 
The trees ripped down to silver shreds 
Glistening in a purple sky 
Beaded with shining drops of rain 
We are bleeding on borrowed time 
Emotions running through 
Our life back into the ground 
Weep with the land 
Will we never learn 
Do not trust the silver fox 
Who leaves a trail of purple dust 
Wrap a tail silken in lies 
Make you believe in a burning flame 
When ours are sheeted in frozen regret 
The silver grass 
Does not rush in the wind 
Sculpted form of ice 
Laying in a broken shell
The ocean laying in restless wait 
For it's shores to be swirled 
Among the silver rocks 
But even the wind not stir it's depths 
The purple fire ate it up 
There is no gazing at the stars 
Their remains lay beside our loved ones graves
We feel the wrong done 
Every wound ever made 
For we bleed purple and silver 
The only colors we know 
Held up to the silver light of sun to see it 
And the purple flames beneath it
We are bleeding on borrowed time emotions running through 
Our life
Back into the ground 
Where our brothers will bring us comfort 
By weeping with us

I know a place
Far from this time 
That has gray skies 
Yet never rains 

I know a place 
That has just one city 
Glass windows broken 
Vines and plants smothering 
The gray cement 

I know a place 
Where there are only 
Fallen skyscrapers 
Cracked streets 

I know a place 
Where people are scared 
And huddle in the city 
To threatened to move 
Imagine it 
Mankinds whole population 
In one city 
They are Violent 
Because war reins 

I know a place 
Where gun ships replace 
Rain 
Where bombs replace 
Trees 
Where starvation replaces
Animals i once knew by name 
That are no longer 
Where food is to be fought for 
And sides to be chosen 

Yes I know this place 
I visited it in a dream 
I was on the opposing side 
In this silly game 
A member of their convenient war council 
Yet I do not know what we were called, what we fought for 
I was here in this mourning city 
By accident 
And I saw a boy that I knew 
Flying one of those gunships 
Our eyes locked, and 
Next thing I knew 
I was holding his face in my hands 
Crying, for war was indestructible 
Whispering to him, "I know you" 
And he looked at me with frightened eyes 
And said, "I wish I did" 

Yes, I know a place 
Of despair 
Of toil
Of misguided hatred for our brothers 
Our sisters
Of loss 
Of agony 
Of people so crude, so violent and twisted by fear and loss
Huddled in the Mourning City 
Where even hope isn't among their prized possessions 
Did you know 
That some don't know what the sun is? 

Yes I stay away from that place 
The Mourning City 
I wonder which is really the evil side
And travel down a hill 
Covered in grass 
Shining, lustrous, long blades of it 
Braided together in clumps 
Sand showing between them 
I sit on this hill 
And look out at an ocean 
Reflecting the gray of the sky 
But somehow transforming the gray 
Into the finest silver 
It is an ocean, yes 
But it has no waves to ruffle it 
Even the wind has fled  

 It is the only beautiful place left 
Where grass cranes float in the sky 
It used to be called origami
Borne by a wind made just for them 
I do not make these grass cranes 
Nobody does 
But the grass sitting in clumps on the hillside 
Bends and twists and folds 
Giving up it's life in the ground
To go sailing in the gray sky  
By some miracle offering up true beauty 
If only people would come and see it 

This is the place where I am truly happy 
Joyful to the point of tears 
As a crane floats down to me  
I catch it and hold it gently, this miracle the grass has folded itself into 
It reminds me of the paper cranes I played with as a child 
With a smooth, long, straigt body 
With a long tail sloping up in the back 
Pointed upwards to the sky, it's final destination 
The neck is long and slender 
The head perched atop of the neck furrowed down 
In the greatest majesty 
The wings 
Smooth and unbroken 
Wide pieces of blades melded together 
About the length of my hand 
The end adjoining the body the widest part
And blooms and tapers slowly to a point 
Like the petals in a flower 

It is beautiful and graceful, this grass crane 
I throw it back up in the air 
Watch it soar with it's comrades 
As I lay on my back 
Go to sleep 
And awake in my house 
Clinging to the memory of 
a place where I was  happy 
The place of the Grass Cranes

Everlasting 
Where the north star 
Comes out to play 
As the big dipper nestles it into place 

Everlasting 
Where the silken sand 
Winds it's way into a river 
And the trees bend down 
 to drink with golden tongue 

Everlasting 
Where grass folds itself 
To laugh and play jump rope 
With the grinning setting sun 

Everlasting 
Where the pond ripples 
And sings down the mouth 
Of the red mountain 

Everlasting 
Where the birds skip 
In the air 
And ride on the sea of happiness

Everlasting 
Where my childish fingers 
Smear poetic colors 
Against a purple canvas sky

Everlasting 
Where the place I call home 
And visit in my dreams 
Is caught in time 
Never changing
In it's beauty

Shapes 
Twist and trade 
Brisk and break 
And twirl 
Through dreams 
Of open thought 
And fained praise 
Edges scratched 
In the 
Brightest colors 
As the 
Flames rise higher 
On shelves 
And green 
Silt 
Covers the 
Ground 
In uneven palacades 
And I 
Welcome their 
Symmetry 
The circle 
Disliked in arrogance    
For it is 
Neverending 
For it's 
Smooth edges 
For there is 
No way in 
And no way 
Out

I can't look into your eyes 
Anymore 
Dearest friend 
And not see 
How much has changed 
Can't you know 
That 
Isn't right ? 
That 
Doesn't have to hurt you? 
Stinging thread 
And dull needles 
You use 
To sew up the brightness 
The songs 
As you pack 
Your exhaustive 
Dainty girlishness 
In a cracked metal bag
It hurts me so 
To drive this wedge 
Into our friendship 
After so long 
But I can't stay 
Because I'm afraid 
That if I look into your eyes 
I'll see my own pain 
Reflected there

109 poems 
Spinning from the pen 
109 drops of hunger 
Falling from crusts of bread 
109 dreams in the night 
And 109 dreams forgotten at first light 
109 feathers 
Waving in the wind 
109 skyscrapers 
Falling from their height 
109 new babes 
Learning the color green 
109 feet 
March off with loaded gun 
109 come
 back with purple hearts 
109 dots 
In the night sky 
109 insights into 
Time 
109 howls 
Of wolves into the night 
109 prey giving flight  
And 109 
Stitches in the thread 
109 cracks in the ceiling 
As the child beneath the newspaper 
counts them 
109 
Ways to say goodbye