And each morning as she slept
I'd take her a tray of poetry
A croissant of commas warmed from the inside out
An ounce of assonance
A cup of freshly squeezed couplets
A bowlful of rhymes
That inside she might find
Our promises of forever
The memories we crafted together:

I’d take her a teapot of
The little things we’d forget
In the busyness of daily life
I’d take her a knife to spread
across the toasts we’d host
To the moments we cherished most
To our victories and our regrets
And every morning as she slept
I’d place a kiss on her head
As I placed beside our bed
A tray of poetry,
The words she so carefully, cordially, candidly
Composed out of me.

A dog sat in a bag today,
and rode in subway car.
Everyone did look at him.
He was a cutie star.

Young and old looked at the dog.
All eyes yes they did stare,
at the friendly little one.
The doggie did not care.

The dog was carried with great care
His handler knew just how.
To carry him with great ease.
Not once did he yes howl.

His owner did not have to pay,
an extra fare that day.
He was grateful for his friend,
in every single way.

Have you ever had a song
vibrate in your head?
Stuck to pull at senses
until you surrender
and listen carefully.

Have you ever sung with voice
repetitively in flow of words
and hunt for answers
in a sea of moments?

Have you ever heard a song
that played over and over
catching your hands to move
and feet to dance?
Allowing heart to soar like birds,
and breath to rhyme with verse.

Until sub-consciousness takes over
and wings spread to dissipate time
inside fantasy.

Have you ever played a song
inside mind so many times
it became a part of your very thoughts?
Until you felt it was yours to own
and made it your part of your reality.

Where you floated within melodies
to unleash coincidences
that matched the orchestration.

I have and it gave me freedom
inside a creative force to dream.

HAUNTED by my own mind
the ego ghost envelops me.
Judgements fill mind,
collapsing cells that pulsate once born in heart.

The ego entity knows how to get under skin
and echo lies to stay in control.

It knows in a blink of an eye when to jump in
so I may not notice.

My mother lived most of her life through ego.
as many others do.

But that leaves me on my spiritual journey
to squash this creature to be free.

To aline with the angel in heart
who whispers with love and wisdom.

Nows the time is here to say,
“hay ego stop your nonsense and serve
by focusing on my vital organs activities
and direct my thoughts no more."

And now, on yet another day,
my sword is drawn to recognize Ego's shadow
and stand in power fearlessly.