Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.

I heard the news this morning,
And tears fell from my eyes,
For someone still was missing,
I had to cry and cry.

Was on their way to school,
A usual path they took,
That monsters were a roaming,
In every bush and nook.

So little unsuspecting,
They skipped along with glee,
Looked forward to the morning,
But the innocent could not see.

He eyed them with the devil,
His plan was blackened with hate,
That little ones weren't seeing,
Until it was too late.

No rescue team came running,
No angel stopped the pain,
How do we help the innocent,
When others are insane?

So loved ones wait by phones,
And stared out windows closed,
For where ends up their children,
No one will ever know.

In yet a frightful world,
Where live some strong and meek,
Who stops the wicked people,
So children must hide not seek?

void
darkness
distant screams
numbing
deafness
into nothing
help

heart
exploding
legs
shaking time
longing
friends
dying
no
direction
home

lost
perils
blank
stares
aching
laughing
hysteri­cal
madness
now

love
longing
not
coming
hate
waiting
that
day
ne­ver
comes

Have we money enough to save,
All of humanity, the human race?
When will those who starve and cry,
No longer slowly whither just to die?

There's plenty left to build cold machines,
To **** and destroy the dreamer's dreams,
A massive amount for fire and destruction,
For what the ends, and what the function?

Where hides the food the world has grown,
For starvation and disease we have truly known,
Not all those standing long in lingering lines,
Will receive what they have come to find.

The scientists will formulate, just to say,
How science, no doubt, will save the day,
And druggists mixed together those magic pills,
To cure all sickness and imaginery ills.

When will the streets no longer provide,
A place for homeless to freeze and die?
The shelters, there are never more than enough,
So life is hard, and life is tough, and ever rough.

But in the land of milk and sweet, sweet honey,
There flows the abundance of credit and money,
But some are standing outside the illustrious gate,
Looking inward with want and some full of hate.

So, it's time for the world to open wide its purse,
To solve this problem, this evil and eternal curse,
For the mass of many are most likely to finally find,
They save their wandering  souls when they are kind.

Sometimes, in the weary hours
of the morning, when the silence
is all around me, I hear her voice
so faintly calling me in her most
desperate voice--I have no choice,
but to follow where she calls me;
Occasionally, when I try to rest
my heavy head upon my pillow on
my bed, she comes to me in the most
haunting dream, filling me with a
chill and thrill I can not understand,
except in the most bizarre trance;
She is gone, this five years past
and laid so finally far under grass,
But I can feel her spirit walking
in the garden slowly by the fountain
lake; I can not forget her, nor ever
forsake, her dear,sweet loving memory.
I hear her now, and I must go.

This I take while I go,
No more the savior of the day,
You are the one no longer here,
I am the one now going.

You said go now and be away,
I said ok, I'll leave this time,
But don't come back to say I know,
Just go away and slowly go.

Beginnings have a way of joy,
The middle still the happiness,
But towards the end we fade away,
Go separate ways on lonely streets.

I couldn't patch the hole we made,
No longer could I make you laugh,
So, as it goes you found another,
Who'll give you what I no longer did.

Then as I leave I won't turn round,
Or watch the look of your silent eyes,
There'll be no kiss or hug when going,
This union fell into the void.

I know you'll forget the times we had,
You'll curse my name and all my ways,
Toss out our pictures hanging on the wall,
Will revel in your new found freedom.

But I have life to live and to discover,
I'll find someone, some other lover,
And when I hold her close to me,
I think of how you once loved me.

Searching every hole and cranny,
Wading deep in the lake of life,
Following every path and byway,
Lingering, always lost inside myself.

Holding life beneath the lamp of sadness,
Examining how each part does not fit,
Piecing parts of the cosmic puzzle so,
Never, ever fitting the circle in the square.

Past lives,  family ever, ever spinning,
Knowing how they want to rule me,
Trying daily to create my path of wonder,
Cramming their views deep inside my soul.

Longing for the sweet girl living near,
To ride in on a horse of fiery flames,
Saving my soul and placing it in a box,
So she can determine if I am truly living.

Tasting the rain, so ever dancing free,
Whistling the wind, the cooling motion,
Seeing dark clouds spinning like a top,
Never coming to face my, my own reality.

Noticing in a magic mirror placed before me,
Aging, loosing, this  youthful, fleeting force,
Staring at the old man, tired, searching still,
But never discovering the purpose of my life.

Yearn to be free, to have a voice,
That someone will notice and rejoice;
To stretch my dreams so far they go,
That everyone will now hear and know.

To stand amongst the crowd and sing,
We'll hear the sound of freedom ring;
Let loose with breaths of joy and hope,
No longer strangled by society's rope.

We'll share our feelings and desires,
To live unhindered most every hour;
Discuss whatever our lives contain,
No longer in shackles, or in pain.

Stand up and lay our lives to bear,
If we're to triumph and truly care,
Stand tall along the shores and say,
Today is all our independence day.

Somewhere deep in mountains,
Tallest pine trees still do grow,
Is the place she still is living,,
Mystery Princess Evening Flow.

Hear the streams swift flowing,
Where clouds still hang and go,
Deep immersed inside the forest,
Lives the lovely Evening Flow.

High are the gods and heavens,
Where we still can touch the sky,
Icecaps cover on  the mountains,
In this the very few know.

Traveled far in hopes to find her,
Wanting to see where she lives,
Comes a broken man still searching,
For the Princess Evening Flow.

In the chance of finding the magic,
Where the fairies still live and breathe,
Just around the corner is she coming,
To let us see what legends unfold.

Once a lonely, lost man stumbling,
Once a drifter so cast out to sea,
Now this time to like a hunter,
For the mesmerizing lady Flow.

When I find her how I'll shutter,
Just to have a dream come true,
Nothing lost if all we find there,
Someday seeing a world unknown.

Evening Flow who lives in legends,
Must now live deep in my soul,
Someday I will behold her essence,
Princess beauty Evening Flow.

The glass was full of hope and promise,
And drinking deep, I learned to live;
What twists and turns led me to linger?
Did not last but a moments glimpse.

I turned to see what weave we've woven,
Looked deep inside my heart and soul,
And every page that turned with reckless,
Abandonment of them too soon began.

What is this thing that life's about,
That keeps us slipping the slippery way?
If all our efforts filled some obscure book,
In the final analysis what did we say?

Before the day had dawned with beauty,
A life's beginning had middled away,
With soon the grayest of all  the graydom,
Came marching us into the grave.

Gently let my hand go free,
Close my eyes so I won't see,
Whisper softly the words you say,
But please don't take your love away.

Hold me tightly and please  don't  go,
Love me longer and very slow,
Kiss my lips so sweet and long,
Sing to me our  lover's song.

Reassure me that you will stay,
Come to our bed and let us lay,
Bodies sway in love's delight,
Please decide to stay the night.

Once again I hold you close,
You're the one I love the most,
Then the tears fill up  your eyes,
If you  go my heart will die.

She took my soul, my body remained,
My wandering mind went so insane,
The thoughts of where she was tonight,
Gave my imagination a fearful sight.

Her sumptuous taste, with lovely skin,
Her eyes so hidden, so deeply within,
The perfume of her feminine design,
Intoxicated my weary and rapid brain.

Soon mapped her body, so longed for her,
The devious beginnings began to stir,
A passion created from deep inside the earth,
In my imaginations began its birth.

Rang up her life, but no one was home,
Great God, am I now so very alone?
Walked past her flat, knew it was wrong,
What happened to our lover's song?

Poured countless nights with pen in hand,
How could her mind never understand?
The difficulty in a rebounding from pain,
While lingering longer in the pouring rain.

Tonight, my longing turned instantly to lust,
It's love almighty we no longer must trust,
If she found some such magical, new beau,
I'm cast adrift, this much I now must know.

Childrens' voices from the grave,
Screaming out their fateful falling,
Hurling hurt towards the heavens,
Not knowing what the blast can do.
Bombs of plenty on the mantle,
Neatly tucked for some tommorrow,
Eager eyes who will see no truth,
In what disaster they will promise.
Haunting hate with no foundation,
Stews and brews in caldrons made,
Who records the crashing moments
When the naked children die?
Faraway of lands they're coming,
Calling out that God prevails,
But no God would **** the babies,
Except a being who lives in Hell.
Fires flourish in their visions,
People die with blistering eyes,
Losing all they ever fostered,
In their dreams of lullabies.

Today the radio announcer said,
Some lonely man was now so dead,
That in his last time on this Earth,
He soon become the opposite of birth.

He lived alone in such a dingy place,
A long time gone from the human race,
Lost in the crowd that rushed him by,
The radio didn't say how he died.

Of course, the clouds and rainy day,
Precluded his trip to this darkest way,
That on the train to the heavenbound,
He finally realized he was no longer around.

What such a shock to find you're finished,
When lived a life so dull and unblemished,
With no glorious feats or races  to run,
He lived his life and  on purpose had no fun.

Who cried for him and pretended to care,
When not even the priests and nuns were there?
No relatives with hands held out for money,
So they could live in the land of milk and honey.

So, all his so called treasures he held so dear,
Was tossed in the gutter and trash I fear,
For value of things are really not of use,
When someone is dead you silly goose.

Prickly thorns have pierced my heart,
The blooming rose has lost its scent,
Deep in my body, the blood is flushed,
With all of my pain in you I now die.

How can you say our life together is over?
How can you toss me like forgotten dreams?
When will you tell me, my breath on the breeze,
Is deeply inhaled by your beautiful body?

Sunken like ships, my treasure now missing,
Lost forever lurking in some depths below,
I ache for the chance, the chance you've  not given,
To rise about oceans of tears and regrets.

Achingly searching and longing and lingering,
Traveling the earth like a wandering soul,
I long for the day that it's  all now forgiven,
And into your arms I am wrapped with desire.

The old man hunched over, slow to move,
Decided that this day, a honest day's labor,
Was just the ticket in order to have a day,
Productive and so lasting as the day was long.

He stretched and felt every muscle and bone,
Cry out to him in momentary pain and hurt,
But struggled, still, to dress himself alone,
In order to have a breakfast of eggs and toast.

The dinted coffee *** rattled on the stove,
The blinds were open to let in the light,
He put his breakfast on his plate of tin,
And commenced to eat in solitary fashion.

"Today's the day we build the wall,"
"You know, the one to keep the neighbor out,"
Because the neighbor was a persistant pest,
With constant hellos and meddling talk.

The old man bathed himself in silence,
Preferred to keep his thoughts secretly hidden,
Did not care for the company of idle fools,
Who didn't know what honest labor could do.

So, off to the work shed for his tools to begin,
The wall between the neighbor and him,
Walked to the place where walls are built,
Between the pastures of a neighboring farm.

The cold air felt like needles on his face,
The snow crunched repeatedly beneath his boots,
Wind hurtling gushs of shivering air,
With numbness in his toes he forged along.

Perhaps, a wall is something that builds itself,
Or maybe takes a long, long time to construct,
But determined in his quest for total privacy,
He must have felt a mission was his daily call.

"I'll build this wall, come hell and highwater,"
Despite the time of year being such a challenge,
Yet, when he knelt to gather his thoughts to begin,
He told himself tomorrow would be just as good.

Then, back he tredged to the house he had,
Where the fireplace roared and comfort awaited,
So, he could sip his tea and eat his evening meal,
While planning for tomorrow's daily labor.

The ocean comes upon the shore,
To wash the sandy beach each day,
And as the waves erode the shore,
We learn to live another day.
The sun shines down upon the earth,
To spread its rays upon the living,
Majestic mountains sprung from earth,
Give scenic views for all the living.
The redwoods make a grand cathedral,
To touch the heavens in misty light,
And in the quaint and grand cathedral,
Our souls are filled with heavenly light.
A man stands silent on a grassy knoll,
Pondering the expanse of clouds so high,
And in the wee hours on that grassy knoll,
His spirit soars like birds so high,
And angels help to touch the sky.

Light the feather floats to sight,
Soft the sunlight shines so bright,
Cool the air goes flowing so near,
Day the time, now evening is here.

Rain now falling, heaven tears on,
So the evening, now comes the dawn,
Slow the trees, with branches so swaying,
Life surrounds us, this much I'm saying.

Breathe the air, this morning so sweet,
See the garden, with wonders to eat,
Hold the silence, when silence will do,
Up at dawn, day beginning so new.

Hold the child, their bodies so hot,
Kiss the lass, for now why so not,
Sweep the porch and know it's true,
How we love, and they love us, too.

Wish the hoping, knowing some fact,
Leave the country,  but always come back,
Bring some city to the meadows and fields,
This life makes living, with nothing to yield.

Last, but not the least we now can share,
Knowledge and nature, we are so aware,
Everything so part and partial now we declare,
Look quickly upward, while some others stare.

Coming full circle, this thing we call life,
Lots of the joyous, mixed in some strife,
Tears upon pillows, but the tears dry away,
This comes from heaven, this wonderful day.

For every tear that falls from heaven,
Someone's heart is burdened with pain,
For every tear that stains humanity,
There leaves an aftermath just the same.

If all the energy to promote goodwill,
Out shone the sun perched far in space,
Then no more visions of hate and destruction,
Would be tolerated by the human race.

When dreams of many project in time,
A visionary world begins to form in space,
Then visions become our cherished realities,
And a destructive world becomes a lovely place.

For every child born who cries for equality,
There hides a child who is clouded by pain,
Then we must step up to fight for freedom,
And no longer be secluded in the falling rain.

Peace on a stick,
I think will do,
How about a taste,
Of peace for you?

Seen men **** men,
Beginning of time,
While some want love,
And nursery rhymes.

Watch society grow,
With technology true,
But humans shrink,
What can we do?

Watch disease ravish,
A nation of bright eyes,
With pollution rapant,
The hordes soon die.

Knew hope when young,
Sought love on the wind,
Lived life like a circus,
With salvation God send.

So, peace on a stick,
How about for you?
When peace finally comes,
What will we all do?

A cliche, yet I know it's true,
But you were such a beauty,too,
If anymore the sculptor could do,
He couldn't mold another you.

Each inch so placed so finely there,
Yes, God knew how to really care,
The moment time came standing still,
This empty man stood now fulfilled.

You gazed upon me so circumspect,
Your friends on me were so correct,
That I would need your very soul,
To calm my beast, still out of control.

Where now we stood your passion flew,
Into my heart now furnished new,
I reached to touch your precious skin,
In hopes this isolation soon would  end.

But like a dream so simple to spin,
I knew this pleasure would abuptly end,
So holding you tight, to secure my mind,
I held you close, just this one last time.

The cavern where the secrets lie,
Can make us laugh, or make us cry,
But that is where the soul can dwell,
Hidden deep in darkness we might tell.

The moments when we find us fools,
When blistering hot can sometimes cool,
We look at us in mirrors with hope,
How does the human race so cope?

We laid our plans and navigated the course,
With lofty praise and some fine discourse,
Lifted high our images on weakened thrones,
The arrogant, or how they still can drone.

Through clouds of conscious with mirky lies,
We plow beneath the ground the weak who cry,
March onward with fervent, eager lost thoughts,
The price of destruction, oh what the cost.

Then marauding time still forges fast,
This world we created will perpetually last,
Until the last human being can admit to say,
We lived in darkness just one more day.

they came to **** the silent ones
to carve their ugly piece of history
   to stab the soul of our humanity
    until no glimpse of life remained

who came like thieves in the night
  to pull the covers off worldy beds
   to hurl their misery like atomic fall out
     until we all knew now we were dead

where paper defenses stood not the time
  the innocent lamented with no support
   and blood flowed endless down the streets
     until no life was left to bleed

they came dressed in their business suits
  had technological manners in things they said
    and masses of people fell fast in the line
     for hidden agendas too soon to know

and then before the world took notice
they left behind a world in ruins
  and spots of life were left buried deep
   within the lost ones crying out in pain

they came and cursed all that of divinity
held close to heart the one in Hell,
  and ripped apart the humanity fabric
    till tears of acid fell from darkened faces

but one who stood the test of time
  the one who died for all to live
   rose up and called for a heavenly father
    who split the clouds and rained down hope

the ones dressed smartly in a devils design
screamed out for mercy, but none to find
  and a man and women came forth to witness
    that once again our spirits soared

in this harsh ending there came a light
that shown so bright our eyes could see
   and everyday a new beginning
    from ash into eternal destiny

Someone has my little pig,
I taught him how to dance a jig,
Listened to him sleep at night,
How my pig snored, what
a sight.

Searched in town, no pig there,
Most the townsfolk didn't care,
Thought he might stop at the bar,
So I walked, it wasn't far.

Swung the bar door open wide,
Searched to see where pigs might hide,
Called his name so loud and clear,
But my pig, he was not there.

Pig, oh pig, what was done to you?
Are you visiting at the zoo?
Did you run far into the woods?
My little pig so misunderstood.

He left without a stitch of clothes,
Is probably shivering, someone knows,
But if he left me just like a sneak,
By now he's ***** and how he reeks.

So, if you have my pig  somewhere,
Return him at once, I really care,
And I will bathe him with scented soaps,
My little pig he likes to mope.

So, back to home with no pig in hand,
My love for him no one can understand,
And in the near future this I fear,
My pig ran off with some cute deer.

But, pig of mine please call me soon,
Or our friendship is most likely to doom,
I will forgive you for what you've done,
Come home so we can have some fun.

Magic bodies melting to,
Loving, yes, and loving you,
Kissing your face, laughing loud,
Every advantage, taking now.

Gliding fingers over your skin,
Hoping now, you will  let me in,
Now your hair tickles my face,
Sweet to be inside the human race.

Heaving chest, hot is the air,
Lost in love, how we care,
Smell the essence that is you,
Somehow feels fresh, so is new.

Falling garments, on the floor,
Just beginning, wanting you more,
Tingle, tingle, bodies now hot,
Wanting all, yes, all you've got.

Reaching inside, going now deep,
This is special, promises to keep,
Will this be, a lasting, sweet delight?
Or, one night stand, and just one night?

Once it's over, the magic now gone,
We sing the lovers, momentary song,
Picking up, slowly, the garments that fell,
Perhaps tomorrow, who can  we tell?

County  McClintock where she was born,
There lived a beauty not ever scorned,
The fellas from around the corner miles,
Would line up just to see her smiles.

Her hair would glisten in the morning sun,
Her laughs gave moments of lasting fun,
The eyes she had could bear her soul,
But no man could ever gain firm control.

To woo her was a fulltime endeavor,
For she was full of tricks and cleaver,
But everytime she gave hugs and kisses,
Some men so jealous would sneer with hisses.

Remembering how one day she came,
She didn't seem like herself just the same,
A worried look was painted acrossed her face,
Showed her life was missing the human race.

I asked her softly what was the bother,
She said such harshness came from her mother,
And long gone dead, her father couldn't say,
How she became so quickly  within her way.

I held her tenderly and stroked her hair,
In hopes to remove the sadness and the care,
But my attempts were so lost in my vain translation,
For she was captivated by her singular sensation.

The town had gossips, and they already knew,
The girl was in her way, this was apparently true,
And who the father, no one could rightly guess,
Why  she was held accountable to face the test.

Since no man came forward to own up their part,
She stewed for weeks in her solitary and single heart,
And all the time, such mountains of it so on hand,
Eventually killed her soul, do you understand?

Then one dark, drizzily pouring down rainy day,
Passing the cliffs along the raging ocean on her way,
She stood and stared so desperately into the  empty sky,
Then jumped into the ocean so pained to slowly die.

See the children,
Merry-go-round,
Some are smiling,
Some have frowns,
Running,jumping,
Laughing with friends,
While some have bruises
That  will never end.

Some bring lunches,
Full of love and treats,
Others have nothing,
No food to eat,
Some have clothes
so stiff and new,
Some wear rags,
faded and blue.
Some are happy,
Others have fears.

Some are drowning
in their tears.



Copyright © 2010

The monsoon season came and gone,
Left fields so drenched and dreary dawn,
The trees so bare, with none some leaves,
The fall began, we all still grieved.

The darkened clouds spread cross the sky,
Some souls were born and some still died,
The wind, our master, blew heavily near,
I held you close, sweet lover dear.

The evenings silent like after a storm,
A animal crying, so distant forlorn,
The children tucked so tightly in beds,
Our minds so rapid, in lonely heads.

Our breath upon the night air see,
The days down loading, now we're free,
We sit like school kids, still by the fire,
Though aged in years, no more desire.

We turn towards each other hoping,
That day is done, no interloping,
No mysteries to solve, no hidden plans,
For now it's woman and just her man.

Father, you left me,
Drove away without a thought,
And a small part of me died,
While my tears would not stop.

Questioned what was wrong,
With me, or with my appearance,
As I thought was I not handsome,
Was I not smart enough for you?

Maybe if I had been taller,
Or, if I had had some special talent,
You might have hesitated some,
Before you left me in the dark.

Maybe, if I had more friends,
Or had been more helpful to you,
You might have stopped and then,
Shut the car off and stayed longer.

Had to now prove always,
That I was loveable,
I was someone who needed,
To be important to others.

Went the extra mile,
When others didn't,
Tried so very hard and hard,
To be wanted and loved.

Father, you left me long ago,
As if I was insignificant and nothing,
And I, still trying to be wanted and loved,
Work harder than the others ever will.

Orb of silence show me a sign,
Which way shall go this human kind?
With war and famine, ******, too,
What is the human race to do?

Seen coups and crisis, tears that flow,
How many see this pain we know?
Devastating lives, such  broken pain,
Sometimes the world has gone insane.

This child I hold that hugs me dearly,
Has little recollection of peace so nearly,
But still the daggers of despair slice quickly,
The aftermath should make us sickly.

The blanket beckoning us to so cover,
Will split the two, most innocent lovers,
When common sense and lies abound,
Hear heaven calling, the deafening sound.

When all will gather on the rocky mountain,
Drink deep within the everlasting fountain,
Then maybe we will stop swift madness,
Remove the tears, remove the sadness.

Can you hear in your dreams, the crying that's there?
Do you see huddled masses with no food to bear?
Are there governments caring, another child dies,
In your dreams can you ignore all of their cries?

When the people who care come knocking your door,
Do you hide in the shadows, not giving no more?
Will the hand of the justice help suffering lives,
Is the long distance misery outside of our eyes?

When we crawl into bed with our comfort and thoughts,
Will we think of the people, the haves and have nots?
Did the day's hours and minutes bring fortune and fame,
Are we hoarding our treasures, as we're not to blame?

In the final analysis so calculated and fine,
Can you live with yourself and your singular mind?
Do you think because neighbors are doing so well,
That no one is starving as far as you can tell?

Tonight I throw the gaunlet away,
Because I just don't give a ****,
I've tried to save me from myself,
But everything looks better another day.

Picked up the pieces of my wanton past,
Looked in the mirror and saw a boring man,
Held onto memories as long as I could,
But now I just want to lie down and sleep.

How things just don't end up as we planned,
Took me into a deep, deep well of despair,
For such a long and lingering time here and now,
A zombie was my best impersonation of all.

Called everyone I thought would tell me sense,
Checked all the neighbors, who didn't care,
Waited patiently until my patience stole away,
While sitting on my front porch chair at night.

Maybe, I'll just give it one more good try,
To vanquish my sorrow and pain I have,
While waiting for the miracles that never come,
To try and reinvent me one more time.

I turned my head to look away,
Because I wanted a perfect day,
Perfect moments  planned by me,
But I was blind and could not see.

I saw the starving, lonely man,
Look deep inside the garbage can,
But I above such filth and grime,
Could give no comfort and no time.

The lady dressed in garbage bags,
With ***** stockings, how they sagged,
Had nerve to come so  close to me,
That in my mind I had to flee.

The little child so hungry and lost,
Would give their souls at such a cost,
For hunger drives them to deny,
See how they lay there and never cry.

But soon at home when all is well,
To all my loved ones I will tell,
Of how the homeless spoiled my day,
In telling the story, I look away.

Tonight I said goodbye,
Laid down to sleep and die,
Knew that the morning would be,
Without me don't you see?

Lost faith in everything,
No miracles to come and bring,
Gave up with my last folly,
I'm dying, oh by golly.

Can't be a hard thing to do,
Don't expect you'll shed boo hoo,
Looked into the abyss and knew,
This was the thing to do.

So, goodnight sweet prince I go,
To the darkness don't you know,
No more on Earth to wander,
No more the hurt and blunder.

Dead, the crows pick at my soul,
Darkened clouds are flying above,
Stench of death surrounding me,
But, still, I fight to come alive.

Hunted, haunted, I made my path,
But the hunters tracked me down,
So, their arrows had pierced my heart,
Now I lay on bleached, hot sand.

Thoughts of how my body dies,
Clinching to the hope or dream,
Of coming back to life in force,
To hunt the hunters who are alive.

Hear the crows and buzzards fly above,
Wanting flesh to devour my soul,
But, as long as a thread in me still lives,
Am I truly still laying dead?

Once more angels and devils resume,
To fight for my cold-hearted body,
But my spirit still lives on I know,
Because my mind still longs to live.

What wound you ****** so deep into my inner soul,
That I could not recover, nor find the reasons why,
A friend and lover held me in such utter hatred now,
I fell like lifeless on the barren ground and saw the sky.

My arms so weighted down with sorrows of the past,
Could not lift up you into my inner circle of this desire,
Enough to make you feel the spiraling, spirit now soar,
To know you were beloved and held most highest of high.

Some lies, exaggerations were so planted very deeply,
Misunderstandings and some hasty decisions belied,
We tried to sort it out of the swirling storm around us,
But could not calm the tempest still so we would not cry.

So, listen love and know that hearts sometimes deny,
What the mind and spirit want to earnestly provide,
But we must never let this hatred grow and multiply,
Until we both sink deeper into the mire and darkest eye.

Just take my hand and hold it like you never did before,
Look into each other's eyes and see that some truth still there,
Embrace like there will never be another time to learn to love,
Go forward with the heavenly spirit from the highest high.

He loves his flower bed with solitary care,
To tend with kindness the plants  still there,
Painstakingly watering when water is due,
He watches  the flowers burst forth so new.

The sun shines best in late  morning light,
The flowers bend over with breezes in sight,
He works all morning to cultivate the soil,
For him no work, no obligation or toil.

He pulls the weeds with a type of madness,
For weeds are ugly and bring the sadness,
But he will not allow time to come to convey,
Anything less than a purpose-filled day.

When all the watering is finally completed,
Upon his porch with ice tea and firmly seated,
Surveying his flowers, he notes this is why,
He can not let his lovely flowers begin to  die.

Let them be their own, oh God of Mercy,
Let all the babies sleep well at night,
Bring mornings blessings, no more testing,
And let all the people stay home to be free.

Stop all the bombing, and all the killing,
How much of the blood now flows free?
Burn all the guns, melt down all the bullets,
And let these people have back what they see.

Once landing on shorelines, invading the cities,
The menace brings all of it's own ideology,
Who tells me what hand, of which bread I'm feeding,
And pushes me downward to stand on my knees?

If we work the fields, and we toll and die plenty,
Is it not a God given right to remain free?
Who takes from my table, is more than able,
To threaten the air that I long to breathe, see?

No more will we linger, till gone are the sinners,
Who threaten my family and my children, be free,
We'll send them a running, with faith we come gunning,
Till all of our homeland stands proudly and free.

Not violence we're wanting, just living and loving,
We long for the day when the worries so flee,
So put on us pressure, no more can be leisure,
Until all the country is finally free.

wanting you

needing you

feeling you

tasting you

all of you

not part of you

should be with me

together free

hope that you

will want this, too

to breathe of you

all day you

until you come

to love me, too

I wait and pray

when comes a day

that all of you

will soon be here

so I can love you

all of you

We can not capture the moments lost,
No matter what price or what the cost;
But when you left this earth so sadly,
I longed for all those moments gladly.
Men told of how your friendship was good,
And how you truly understood,
The magic of your friendly smile,
A handshake and the extra mile;
I heard them say how kind your were,
Which made me proud and emotions stirred;
I'm sorry that I couldn't ease your pain,
Or place some sunshine inside the rain;
But, Dad, I loved you, this is true,
And stand proudly on this man I knew;
No days will past without thoughts on you,
Of all the jokes and tenderness, true;
Just hold my spot in heaven, please,
For someday long in the future with ease,
I'll come along and see your smile,
And share a handshake and the extra mile.

The silence is so deafening,
The wind refuses to blow,
The air is hanging heavily,
Without you this I know.

I look for some relief and hope,
But nothing comes each day,
The ***** windows mar the view,
There's nothing much to say.

Each day alone is smothering,
No moments filled with peace,
The laughter is so far away,
The suns sets in the east.

I reach to call so many times,
But know you're nowhere near,
I'll never see your smiling face,
Of this my biggest fear.

In nights so pailed with curtains drawn,
I sleep as if there comes no early dawn.
Lost deep within my dreaming mind,
I see the images so lost and yet so defined.
Which gossamer world is playing out ?
Who is it that comes slowly and then shouts?
Can not make sense of nonsensible things,
That all my head begins to dance and ring.
Such hope, fear, love, and crazy happenings,
My heart begins to sink and I see beings.
Can't take the logical logic man and mind,
That can what is unreal begins to give a sign?
Lost in the bleary vision of a nightly dream,
My mind see  things and is it time to run or scheme?
So then if I am bound unto this weary thing,
I suddenly wake to hear those lovely angels sing.
Until the next such hidden moments up and rise,
I slowly wipe the sleep caught on my eyes.

Little children come skipping by,
With foot so fleet and sharp of eye,
Laughing, singing, living  they go,
What do little children know?

In the shadows and long in sun,
Worrying nowhere, having fun,
Never telling the  reasons why,
Sometimes little children cry.

See the colors of clothes they wear,
Blues and reds and bruises they bear,
What's the story behind the scenes,
Why  the little  children are mean?

Little children now march the beat,
Stamping wildly down the street,
Carrying banners with empty sayings,
No more little children now playing.

Why do they still wish to play,
What will now adults so say?
Someday they will turn aside,
Make their children want to hide,
But no more, and yet no best,
Little children put to the test.

When you reached into my body,
Tearing my heart and soul away,
Standing, holding these in your hands,
You screamed like a banshee in the night.

Left with just a body so violated,
Leaning on the wall, just about to collapse,
You hit my head against the wall with joy,
Down, down I fell in a pile of  a mess.

About to kick this wounded love soldier,
Just when the smile faded, faded away,
I looked deep into your cavernous eyes,
Hoping, hoping for some glimpse of humanity.

It wasn't enough, my life was so freely  given,
It wasn't just that I so wanted you so desperately,
It wasn't that I,  an inexperience lover was calling,
It wasn't that love has skipped me somehow by,
It was that I genuinely craved your sweet body,
Just wanting to kiss you and hold you next to me.

Now, as you scanned me lying, so slowly dying,
The look of your disgust and distain revealed,
I now inside my chaotic mind so racing, racing,
Knew that this will be my lost, lover's lament.

Peace on a stick,
I think will do,
How about a taste,
Of peace for you?

Seen men **** men,
Beginning of time,
While some want love,
And nursery rhymes.

Watch society grow,
With technology true,
But humans shrink,
What can we do?

Watch disease ravish,
A nation of bright eyes,
With pollution rapant,
The hordes soon die.

Knew hope when young,
Sought love on the wind,
Lived life like a circus,
With salvation God send.

So, peace on a stick,
How about for you?
When peace finally comes,
What will we all do?

If the time would come when we weren't lonely,
Nothing in this world would stand in our way,
Gentle thoughts of you when you were  loving,
Brought us to this union  where we played.

When we walked together it was still magic,
Holding hands like one another would get away,
Smiling and content was who we were being,
Sharing dreams and memories everyday.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

Sweet is the way when you are so loving,
This is what we all pray someday to be,
When the love that you share is everylasting,
Blessings fall like gentle drops of rain.

Then in your arms my heart is so pounding,
Touching slow your hair and  skin on this day,
Kissing soft your lips now is so amazing,
This is all to wish for in this way.

Why can't people in love live on forever?
Who determines how long together we stay?
Maybe if we hope and ask for this time now,
We will live to love just one more day.

If I could catch your tears in a cup,
I'd sprinkler them on flowers to grow,
Would hold them dear unto my heart,
So I could show you how not to cry.

If all of your pain could be placed in a box,
I'd close the lid and never let them show,
In order to contain the hurt and heartache,
So you could have more happier days to come.

If you could learn to share your heart,
I'd love you like we love the air we breathe,
So we could become close and share our lives,
Grow old together in good and bad times.

If all our hopes and dreams were painted on canvas,
We'd show the world how love is brighter than sorrow,
I'd hang the painting on the global wall of the world,
For all to admire and understand the purpose of life.

If I could explain how all the  good and bad are intertwined,
As all part of the ingredients that make all of our lives,
I'd stand and count the days of joy in how they had outnumbered,
All the lost and lonely times that sometimes seem to be endless.

You're so pretty,
I want to eat you up.

I can taste the savory
skin that is yours.

The sweet smell of
your body makes
me cry with joy.

Your lovely hair
hangs like a ******
goddess, resting
softly on your shoulders.

You're too much, I feel
so faint from your  presence.

Your kiss sends shock waves
through my nimble body,
and I can sing in unison.

Can we just settle in,
And dance the dance of love?

Your gaze is so intoxicating.

If living brings a tear of joy,
Then let's just find the other,
For I can not forgive the pain,
That comes from a lost brother.

When lies paint sadness upon a face,
We must search deep and long,
For being inside the human race,
Sometimes stops short the song.

If every word cuts like a knife,
Then have the bandages near,
For life is part the joy and strife,
When we all live in fear.

Just like the sad child who takes a look,
At things so shamed and forbidden,
Forever seeking the hopeful brook,
When joy sometimes is hidden.

If I could take the wordly lost,
And keep them safe and warm,
I'd never contemplate the cost,
Of saving most the swarm.

When night falls like a fiendish foe,
Remember what was revealed,
That all we thought we ever know,
Is hidden deep inside and sealed.

But ever so the optimist learning,
We leap hard when we should stagger,
Each moment closer to heaven so earning,
Life ****** forth some sharp dagger.

Silent passes impending time,
We loose ourselves in nursery rhymes,
The daylight hours soon fade to night,
Our time on earth is lost in flight.

Each person forms a weave of life,
So interwoven they bring delight,
With some who turn the painful key,
Sometimes we're blind, but still we see.

We think unending time lives on,
We take for granted the brilliant dawn,
The nightime with it mysteries to show,
This time together moves very slow.

Yet, as we age, the flowers still bloom,
This living of life is not always doomed,
Perhaps, as age come marching along,
In latter years we still sing our song.

But blinking twice, my life was run,
Along the way some pain, some fun,
With people who blessed my silent soul,
The times I gave up full control.

Then now, they say I must pass on, you see,
What is a lifelong spirit supposed to believe?
I know  this trip that God so had given,
Belongs to only the ones still living.