Someone said the time is past,
With hatred, darkness, will it last?
Why do people have anger inside?
What are these people trying to hide?

The separate notion we are singular beings,
Block out the sun with no one seeing,
Of all what Earth has now to give,
Must now we focus on how to live.

A little child with the skin of brown,
Feels lost, alone, is nowhere found,
The child, so beauty and happiness,
Does not have to be hardily pressed,

An Asian child comes skipping here,
She's singing hope and has no fear,
The man sees her and knocks her down,
She cries and screams so lying ground.

The white children know they belong
Together dancing and singing songs,
But, here the man comes racing to see,
Just how to make these children flee.

The reservation holds many at bay,
They try to speak, kept far away,
No one cares much about them now,
Why such injustice is allowed?

The final analysis tells us one thing,
We're only humans, let all of us sing,
We need to share and learn to grow,
Our children never have hated to know.

Here is my heart, my pledge to you,
To spread the love, not just a few,
Some want to hate and still to slay,
But their day is coming, anyway.

Evening falls like an old friend,
And all the dead poets have arrived,
It is a gathering of all their spirits,
For another try at stirring the muses.

We see Keats, and Shelley, and Sandberg,
As they slowly materialize before our eyes,
Then Woodsworth and Dylan Thomas,
Both simultaneously step into the light.

Shakespeare wants to come, too,
But his turn of a phrase won't do,
Because we want Dickerson and Frost,
And the bard must wait until his time has come.

The bonfire is roaring, the starry, starry skies,
A cool evening breeze steps lightly across our faces,
Then Shelley begins to step forward and write in the air,
Such phrases and sketches once again a delight to read.

And, I, a poet want to beam in a trance of worldly proportion,
I can not speak, or utter even the barest of grunts or utterances,
Then Shakespeare, never to be outdone, begins a love-sick sonnet,
While the crowd of hosts take notice and smile out loud.

This gathering of dead poets seems like a dream of dreams,
As they stand proudly upon the dampened ground of forest leaves,
And Walt Whitman wants to recite from "Leaves of Grass" once more,
While I, a student at the beginning of life, take copious notes galore.

Today, I gave my heart away,
You took it with no words to say,
Then held it high for all to see,
To show them now you're part
of me.

The heart's a silly thing you know,
It beats and beats until it's slow,
No other would I give such feeling,
The sight of you just sends me reeling.

You took my heart and put it in a pocket,
My love for you roared like my rocket,
But why you hid it far from others view,
Did not seem like the women I knew.

Without someone to share my life,
Would sting just like a very cold knife,
To hoard, my love like no one could,
It makes us how our love is now
and should.

So, take what this man has to give,
Share lovingly when the time to live,
Caress it softly and keep it aglow,
For now and forever for all to know.

My heart is shared with only you,
It's secretly gone know and two,
Dance softly in the moonlight light,
Our love, so sweetly into the night.

She came down from the highest hills,
To spread her hope, sweet  Alice Fay,
Turn lonely night to loveliest day,
She came, thank God, our Alice Fay.

Said part of nature, so wild and free,
With darkest eyes, just she could see,
A hope and joy she spread like fire,
We held her heart with our deepest desire.

Once she in village small and steep,
Her family toiled the land to weep,
Each day brought hope, she sang a song,
She lived her life the whole day long.

Skin so lovely, and laughter so free,
A magical spirit on bended knee,
She gave to God what God decreed,
No haughty pleasure would she need.

Once down, the world surrounded on,
She lived each day, beginning the dawn,
To spread her love, second nature it seemed,
She loved and laughed and dared to dream.

Then came a time, as times so often do,
She met a man, so young, so brave and true,
And married did they as young folks will,
A hummingbird was on the window sill.

Came the children in droves, no harm,
They needed the people to work the farm,
She rose each morning and put on kettle,
The country folks, so endowed with mettle.

We do believe she raised her children to believe,
To get you have to give and not always receive,
Taught them right and wrong and the other ways,
To truthfully live in peace for all your days.

The children matured, had families of their own,
Worked hard their farms, their fingers to the bone,
Her husband passed on a cold, rainy hard day,
She had him buried, and that was her way.

But time wears on a most hurried heart,
Takes us to death from an early start,
Then one day a reaper comes hauntingly along,
To silence the bonny lasses song.

Here's to the endless days and nights,
To all the people who came and went,
For all the mornings and evenings, too,
I raise my glass to celebrate all of you.

As age approaches and demands its due,
We sit and think of the lives once knew,
For all the people who brought such joy,
I tip my hat to acknowledge all of you.

By giving credit where credit is due,
The people who called and forgotten, too,
I saw you dance and then stagger through,
I wink my eye to acknowledge all of you.

Now as the sun sets so  peacefully hue,
The silence feels good and ever true,
Let's contemplate all the sad and new,
To acknowledge thankfully all of you.

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

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.

To paint with passion a tapestry,
The colors must be bright and free,
The scene must show a wide array,
Of sunny times and cloudy days.

The strokes it takes to satisfy,
The toughest critic's evil eye,
Takes time and patience now to make,
And hours upon hours it surely takes.

The beauty's in the paint you show,
The message for the world to know,
That different strokes can mystify,
And capture our hearts and make us cry.

The final product for all to see,
Includes the likes of you and me,
And every person from everywhere,
Appreciates our beauty and truly cares.

To paint a tapestry takes skill,
A sense of purpose and iron will,
A dream of beauty and some reality,
Splashed on a canvas for all to see.

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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.

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.

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 comes 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.

If life were perfect,
I'd live my dreams,
I'd smile and laugh,
Do silly things.

Each moment here,
I'd live my fantasies,
My friends would love,
Me and most anything.

I know for certain,
What the day would bring,
Each waking moment,
My soul would sing.

When problems came,
I'd brush them aside,
I'd stand in the open,
And never hide.

My bank account,
So full of cash,
My apartment new,
And my car a dream.

My girlfriends who,
Would call my house,
Would wait and wait,
For me to announce.

That everything is right,
As rain, and I would never,
Never, ever, ever complain.

Then bright one morning,
The doctor nearby came,
To tell me I had some,
Disease, how insane.

They called it cancer,
I called it so very lame,
And played my game,
Each day the same.

But, then the moment,
So harsh but true,
Told me the cancer,
Was through me, too.

So, now my laughter,
It is still so loud, insane,
Even though I'm standing,
Outside in the rain.

I gave my friend a rose,
To help her smile today,
For such a friend is precious,
This much I surely say.

I held her close and whispered,
How she had changed my life,
Her soothing voice spoke softly,
I knew she'd be my wife.

Her hair smelled sweet and lovely,
Her eyes so bright and blue,
My friend would be my future,
This much I surely knew.

So, all the life we lived here,
With all the things we did,
From once I first did see her,
Again once we were kids.

I gave my friend my love,
With everything so free to give,
That she became my partner,
We both begin to live.

Soft summer,
Misty rain falling,
Gentle breeze
skipping happily along;
Clouds hovering,
Dark,damp sidewalks,
Grass glistening
in summer, sweet rain.
Dogs in the distance,
Children playing,
Splashing puddles
they run on their way,
Happy singing
our magical day.
Yellow bus passing,
Mothers come running,
Schoolbooks falling
in puddles they lay;
Time being captured,
A summer,sweet rain.

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.

The ragged window shade is slowing drawing,
It is the time to reflect and repose upon the day,
To lie back and sip upon a sweet taste of honey,
Steeming in a round cup with some herbal tea.

A sagging sun is sinking in the western skies,
The dog is snoring softly on the crumbling bed,
A cat steals softly across the carpet purring so,
All is finally falling into place and there's peace.

Perhaps, there will be a biscuit or two available,
With some peanut butter spread gently across,
The whispering wind blows through the curtains,
Speaking sweetly bringing the refreshing night air,
Reminding me of some misty, forgotten loved ones.

My soul is singing gently and swaying in my head,
A lit lamp flickers as if to send a constant reminder,
There's a time for the wake and a equal time for sleep,
As my heavy head drops ever so down onto my pillow.

Softly hear the crying voice,
Someone having no other choice,
Lurking in the darkness here,
Quiet all your haunting fears.

Where comes now the lonely one,
Living in darkness with no sun,
Waiting there to catch a soul,
It has the means and all control.

You smell the rotting body, too,
Can't really flee and what to do,
It's hunger deep when it will pounce,
All flesh devoured, every ounce.

What brings you there we realize,
You are the feast and now the prize,
Had no one warned to stay away,
You'll lose your hope and life today.

Your trembling body shaking so,
It comes to reap and now to sow,
It's history long and varied dark,
Reality comes so very stark.

It's breathing deep and louder, yes,
No one to help, you're like the rest,
A sacrifice demanding it's right,
You'll scream and shout this very night.

No weapons have you now to fight,
The darkness deep and there's no sight,
Now comes the last devouring sound,
It knocks you hard upon the ground,

The claws rip at your lovely skin,
Blood flows in spurts now and again,
With the loss of blood, you feel so weak,
The killing growing, here comes the peak.

It sees you helpless still lying there,
Without whim, without some care,
The beast walks crooked towards its lair,
Another victim so lifeless, it stares.

Avoid the dark and stay so sound,
Or, else you'll die upon the ground,
A mystical creature so lifeless there,
Awaits so silently within its lair.

Centuries-old, and centuries have gone,
The inhabitants sing the horrible song,
About a beast, flesh-eater they sing,
Will take your body and everything.

Sometime lay your weapons down,
To think of peace and no more fear,
No longer will the young ones die,
To fight for what is so very unclear.

The roar and rant of bombs alone,
Enough to cause the strongest to cry,
The battlefields so littered with youth,
Can't stop my tears from flowing down.

We start our lives with hope and dreams,
Learning to love and have playful things,
With our eyes fixed  solid on many days,
There comes a joy and peace within.

But leaders can't learn how to share,
They want the power and glory there,
But war is nothing so glorious to see,
When fears and tears outnumber dreams.

I say no longer should people blindly follow,
The leaders who seek to destroy the world,
Instead we should fight them where they stand,
Deny the leaders their quest for destruction.

No more should soldiers die so suddenly,
We hope no more the mothers will cry,
No one but God can take a life we say,
Except in times of self preservation.

So despots where you slither and slide,
Destroy your madness no longer the lie,
Push those who seek no peace of mind,
Until they are gone from all humankind.

Stone walls,
enclosed space,
all entrapped
the human race.

Fenced post,
barbed wire,
keeping in
the ugly mire.

Rocks piled,
rows and rows,
holding back
what we all know.

Sealed emotions,
newly created,
sealing  life
is over rated.

Rough harness,
Strapped bodies,
isn't trapping things
so shoddy?

Clothed mouths,
never speaking,
on a  road
to nowhere seeking.

The fellowship of the brokenhearted,
Meeting universally in another land,
Has brought forth a new destination,
Leaning forward into dreams of hope.

A mask for those who know nothing,
With nowhere to go and feel themselves,
No one hears their cries and sorrow,
Except for the ones with tears from heaven.

Those who walk with pain and unsteadiness,
Look into the eyes of the young and restless,
Laugh hard with no consequence tomorrow,
Living for the day that speaks nothing or care.

The gathering of the ones with no direction,
Meet in a meadow with green fields of joy,
They feel the sun soak up their worn skin,
Finally finding their truest face to wear.

This is for the ones so  tenderhearted,
Who wears the face of sorrow and loneliness,
For coming soon will be the words that save,
Creating a place where you can finally breathe.

Quiet in the dark, I hear her voice,
She speaks in riddles with no rhyme,
I press my ear against the cold plaster,
But she will speak when suited for her.

A long, mournful, cry forlorned, listening,
I speak so softly to whisper my desire,
But she will speak when her time comes,
I must be patient and wait a lingering time.

So buried long ago in this cold wall,
Long forgotten, but not forgiven locals say,
To why her fate came to her that long-ago day,
Is mysteries mystery I now must comtemplate.

When nothing comes, just like a blackened  void,
I call her name, so frantically in an audible voice,
But she will respond whenever the fancy hits her,
I must sit silent in case I miss her frigthened word.

Enough with civilities in playing a waiting game,
For her icy lips and cold-stone stare will surely come,
When walls of regret are torn down in self desire,
And I will gaze upon her skeletal soul to so define,
Why she is lost and buried so in walls sometime ago.

Came to love you, only you,
Hoping you would love me, too.

Had no others to hold my hand,
Travelled far throughout the land.

Squeezed your body when so near,
In my mind of love and no fear.

Wanted to travel to some far-out places,
In my heart seen only so many faces.

Yet, just one face would ever shine,
Oh, yes the day when you are mine.

Felt your breath breeze over my skin,
When does this love start to begin?

Came to love you, only you,
No other one will ever do.

Chased the moon in late night bliss,
But couldn't count the numerous stars,
Caught the planets swirling madly,
Deep within my prodigious mind.

Grabbed  a rope to lasso the world,
Tied it tightly in my cosmic fashion,
Pulled and pulled until I passed out,
Lying, lingering on the dampened Earth.

Lights of rings round glowing moonlight,
Cool air dancing in tree branches so high,
Call of the wild from a desperate coyote,
Dogs came running to escape demise.

Stretched my arms so protecting to heaven,
Saw the night dance play out it's routine,
Breathed the night air so sweet as a nectar,
Wandered aimlessly till the wee hours arrived.

All the splendor and all the beautiful creation,
Playing slowly like a movie of days gone by,
Heightened sounds like an orchestra playing,
Feel how the night now is laughing aloud.

Around and around in circles I go,
Lost, lamenting on this orbital globe,
Wandering aimlessly, lost in night,
Frozen in motion and falling in space.

Mental confusion, we're all falling down,
Circular motion,  spinning through time,
Laughing hysterically, not knowing why,
Onward and onward till all goes away.

Planting my feet on once solid ground,
Running in motion, but not moving forward,
Looking in past and the others that follow,
Willing to surrender, but no one is there.

Being so blown down streets dark and damp,
Tumbling like rag dolls, falling and falling,
Hitting my head on the cobblestone street,
Where am I going and when am I there?

Now finally finding where this is to go,
Muddied and tired, stumbling along,
Finished with trying and slipping away,
There's just the darkness, showing its face.

Black is white and white is red,
Whose to care when we are dead?
Yellow is pink and pink is blue,
Has the hatred gotten to you?

Is it silly to enlarge the pain?
It's just a skin color just the same;
What some people think is real,
Is imaginery madness, that's the deal.

If the same eternal God almighty,
Molded us all and none are shoddy,
Why should we decree it's wrong,
When someone sings a different song?

Where the tree roots take deeply hold,
Makes children think  they only fit the mold,
Parents shape and tell them horrendous lies,
So out they go to make others suffer and cry.

Unlearn this and that along your way,
Determine your own future, this I say,
Remember that shades of colors are grand,
When the muriel created we all share and
understand.

Can't we hope and pray, this is so,
We all are color blind, don't you know?
To live and love by actions and deeds,
To save humanity by planting these seeds.

Sword of death come follow those,
Who wake each day to spread their sorrow,
Remove their shields of hate and torment,
Send them headlong  to their eternal graves.

Ravens of darkness spilling such horror,
Quarantine them in closets of darkness,
Separate their empty souls from amongst us,
Placing them deep within the fiery pit.

Generals of shiny brass and worn-torn ribbons,
Who march their plans of death and destruction,
Their forward motion with their bombs and their guns,
Devastate the landscape with chemicals and deadly toys.

Menacing managers of total war and no coalition,
Stop them dead in their  promise to dismantle humanity,
Purge their carcasses from the fields and emptied hearts,
While denying them their desire to **** and destroy.

Lonely victims screaming with hardened tears and misery,
Let them stand strong against the menacing monsters here,
Hold up their hope to stop the onslaught now upon us,
While the sun comes home to shin once more upon our world.

Cold the air in morning rain,
Dull the grass and houses plain,
Branches sway in trees so bare,
Little does the world so care.
Clouded gray so clouds go by,
Flowers hide with lonely cries,
Dandelions in frozen earth,
Wait for spring and for their birth.
Snow like slush upon our eyes,
Melts so ***** with no disguise,
Water frozen on ponds so lost,
Winter takes a heavy cost.
Dandelions soon will grace,
With color bright upon this place,
While heat and time renew the earth,
The pretty weeds will prove their worth.

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.

So....you hate me and think I'm a fool,
A lost, simpleminded forgettable tool,
Someone who knows not what life is about,
You stand right in front of me beginning to shout.

The first, few words,  I heard so closely I say,
But after those words all your others went away,
I looked and looked in your eyes full of hate,
I'll take in a movie, is it still too late?

You stamp your feet like a locomotive in motion,
I'm not listening now with your horrible notions,
I feel a laugh swelling deep inside of my mind,
Your nasty and pushy and mostly not kind.

I glad for the earplugs pushed deep in my ears,
Hoping you won't notice them, this is my fear,
And as you get redder and your blood now is hot,
I'm glad that your leaving, your company not.

So....as the door slams and silence fills the air,
I wonder why you really thought I would care,
But how it now shows you that love sometimes sours,
No movie tonight with the now late, late hours.

The salt of your skin is like a savory dish to me.
I go deeper into you inner soul to see your smile.
Your hair, your skin, your eyes that lure me deeper,
are what has so entranced me to your heated trap.
I can hear your heart beat loudly like some African
tribal sound, calling me to deliver my soul unto you.
Afraid, yet limp in mind and body, wanting to go
ever deeper, deeper, deeper. You give what you
get,and I cling like some lost and frightened  child,
but full of hope that you will love me, too. I sense
the darkened room has taken on a life of its own.
Our sheets are damp like after a downpour in
a tropical forest, and I feel bewitched as you dig your
nails stronger, stronger, and stronger. I must have
you now as if my life depends upon it. You smile and
scream into  my ear an eternal primal mating call,
and I am so defenseless.

Do not
       die.

Do not
      cry.

Do not
       shy,

Do not
      wonder why.

For this,
     and only this,

Is when,
     we learn to live,

Is what we seek
      before we are gone,
Do not
       lust,

Do not,
      trust,

Do not
     conceal

Realize
      what's real.

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.

When all is done and evening here,
I sit by the fire and read King Lear,
Or, if some lovely person comes along,
Then let the games begin in song.

I stretch my aching body prone,
My mind to wonder in the twilight zone,
Or, if I smell something delicious and near,
I'll ring you up for some conversation my dear.

The crackling embers now  sound and glow,
At peace my spirit, oh, yes I know,
And Shakespeare makes my head to tumble,
My words begin to slur and then I mumble.

But this is the time of the witching hours,
I slowly forget those ivory towers,
With just my time with angels so near,
I laugh and call for you no fear.

So, find your place of peace and perfection,
To revel in the days and solitary reflection,
While I roll over to dose and begin to dream,
The spirits surround me and begin to scheme.

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.

Little children love to come dancing,
Like tiny raindrops falling from heaven;
Glimpses into their unspoiled hearts,
Spread joyous rapture we can not measure.
Fallen angels come silently flying,
Like forlorned agents of lonely desire,
Their wings so gossamer, light as feathers,
How sad and distant their hearts are crying.
Furious demons come creeping along,
Slithering snakelike in the darkest hours,
Longing to carve their history in blood,
Causing great havoc on all who will listen.
Transparent clouds come floating freely,
Holding miracles of peace on this earth;
Hoping and healing we bask in their glory,
Knowing that faith is the beacon of light.

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.

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.

From the ashes of tragedy springs the opportunity for hope.........

With this canvass, so barren and white,
I imagine the beauty, the incredible sight,
When all the colors others threw away,
Become the colors for me on this day.

From the tears of children flows the opportunity for growth.........

The old man sat and began to weave a tale,
Of victories and losses of times so regaled,
He waved his arms and pointed towards the sky,
We work and live, and we sometimes must die.

From this day forward we shall feel the morning sun............

To loose yourself in the clouds on this day,
Can free your souls in most imaginary ways,
If looking the longer at the clouds you have fun,
Remember they'll part and then here comes the sun.

To tell the truth will help conquer the darkness.......

If I lie about passion and I am deceitful to others,
Then I will fail sorrowfully my sisters and brothers,
If integrity is tossed out the window late at night,
We will loose all the meaning, the meaning of life.

To remember the good and the bad are universal...

The ying and the yang must somehow come together,
Forgiving ourselves makes us float like a feather,
From pain and defeat, we learn life has its chances,
So sing the sad lyrics and then learn all the dances.

In all that we do there are forces of nature......

No greatness could come from those sitting so still,
You must tackle the day with an undying will,
All things found in motion of life swirling crazy,
Were designed for the doers and not for the lazy.

I am really me but part of you, too.....

No hiding our heads in the sand of denial,
Will keep us facing the judge and the trial,
We are fused together, all people on Earth,
Community first and a focus, new birth.

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.

What voice is heard from up above,
It is the only, truly sweet dove,
Who came to say life goes astray,
But there will be a better day,
It's heaven's time for all to pray.

With faith and love combined for two,
The dove says what you know to do,
Do not despair and cry now all alone,
With faith, your love builds a happy home.

Today, we meet to declare and say out loud,
Depart the rain and dark doomy clouds,
The sun, a gift, comes forward for all,
Your union's peace is now the call.

Hands held so tightly, grip now the hope,
Release sweet angels the chains and ropes,
Have joyous hearts and harmonize as two,
A life's beginning, a love brand new.

A time when gathering comes for two,
We all want love and compassion for you,
A soft and gentle forgetting the past,
For nothing sad can ever last.

Love sweet and lovely simmering above,
And once again here comes the dove,
To tell this crowd and present the two,
A gentle reminder, a love brand new.

In my hand I held your heart,
Saw it beating slow and sweet,
Held my breath at such a sight,
Drew your image in my mind.

Held your body smooth delight,
Walked across the room for you,
Looked into your eyes so deep,
Longed to kiss you on your mouth.

Smelled the rose upon your skin,
Ran my fingers through your hair,
Felt your breathing deep in my soul,
Danced the dance of love tonight.

Held so tightly your loving grace,
Wished for now to never go away,
Slowly caressed your skin on mine,
Kissed you finally for quite a time.

Wisped you off in a swirling dance,
Across the room we glided so,
Dimming lights and stars above,
Made a spectacle of evening time.

Couldn't stop the mad revelry,
Wanted time to stop and be still,
Pictured you with me at home,
Needed you to be with me.

Counted the luck I savored now,
Loved you long and bewitching now,
Stared so soft and with beating heart,
My heart you now held in your hand.

Let's sit by the fire,
And dream of adventures,
Of times when our youth
made us invincible.

Let's feel the warmth,
And stare blindly in space,
Thinking of those gone by
who no longer holds our hand.

A good book, a cup of hot tea,
A warm blanket nearby,
Wrapped around our bodies
gives momentary peace.

A song playing faintly,
In the other room near,
Reminds us of an event,
Or time, place or person.

Let's sit still near the fireplace,
Sipping slowly on our tea,
And dream alittle dream,
Of times when we were
also immortal.

A good friend, a kind neighbor,
Hopes and endless nights of dreams,
All packed sweetly into our memories,
Create the fragments of our hearts.

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.

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

From magical birth we're on our path to die,
But this is not a worrisome thing, don't cry,
Just take the moments as they fall like rain,
And drink up all the pleasure and the pain.

Once born we feel that life will be so long,
We happily take life's measure, sing our song,
But never think that time will soon disappear,
So like a school child venture forth, no fear.

We watch our loved ones come and quietly go,
Too young to understand where they have gone,
Our parents tell us it's a natural thing to die and so,
Our hearts still break but quickly heal and bond.

Then nature comes with seasons diverse, it's clear,
The natural order of things burst forth we've heard,
That in our own free world and segmented hemisphere,
There are things we love and hate and sometimes fear.

Then being young to college off we go with hope,
To educate ourselves and learn the ways of love,
But in the scheme of how to grab life's slippery rope,
We bow our knees and upward look for peace above.

Discovering love we fly on wings so short,  gossamer,
To believe no others find the love we now have found,
This union comes as such a surprise and is a blurr,
When twenty years go by without  a mournful sound.

The children come, the dogs, the cats and coupled friends,
Become entrenched in our lives with no signs, or sudden ends,
We become our fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, and trends,
Define who we are now and the journey's rough and life's road bends.

And  now the people gather in their dark clothes with less to say,
A family man has left us on this day, the people will truly talk,
They'll single file walk past to gaze and look sad in their own way,
But this is what we do on feets of clay the endless, solitary walk.

Gentle soul, come lay down next to me,
Unload your daily sorrows and tears,
Reveal your  inner hopes and dreams,
And I will love you so, now and forever.

Let down your golden hair of brown,
Let it fall helplessly down towards the bed,
Remove your clothes and let them aimlessly fall,
Begin the dance of love tonight for me, please.

Kind spirit, taste the wine in darkness come,
Hold heart to heart, let breathing be our guide,
Reshape our bodies into one, the only one,
While I dry all your tears and fears this night.

If love be designed in times of trouble, be it,
For all your sweetness is a part of me, as well,
The heavy breaths, the panting sighs, oh,
Let me like a heavenly angel find you peace.

Gentle soul, I give you all I have to give,
In hopes the morning brings you happiness,
In truth, I know it may be momentary pleasure,
But I will be your constant lover and friend.

All the cannons, all the smoke, early sunrise coming,
Scattered all about the landscape, men and boys lay dying,
Staining all the grass and meadow, blood on grass is showing,
Once again another day when young boys now are dying.

Fresh-faced babies, gathered in crowds, come to test their mettle,
Full of dreams and evening strolls, while whistling bullets flying,
Recalling days of past, short youth, none came here with dreams,
Planes with bombs and propellers sounding, war is now a flying.

Marching madness, ground war mounting, hear the babies crying,
Holding shoulders high and fast,  this meadow will be knowing,
For every blade of grass we see, the color green will be removing,
So, now proud solider, with head held high, begins now a crying.

The undertaker, this busy man, will begin to build the coffins,
While taking youth and squandering souls, bodies not lay lying,
What will be done and who  must die, when giving all they have residing,
Deep within, and made of wood, there lies the road of coffins.

More come soon, these fresh-faced children, ready to **** another,
Brother on brother, and unknown youth, will **** without shying,
No one know the mental mind when killing is now the sporting,
Girls at home, so pinning worth, will console one another.

Gone are the days of youthful flight,
Of beautiful women deep in the night,
No longer chasing the sun in the sky,
We came madly dancing until we died.

Wild, restless lads hell bent, full passion,
Held girls adorned in such silly fashion,
We ate our fill and soon wanted some more,
Not knowing what our lives had in store.

We watched no clocks, we took no time,
To learn the story of life's mystery rhymes,
Nor, did we think old age would someday be,
Our eyes were covered in youth, we could not see.

But life so fleeting, came like a rapid train,
Some learned to cope, some went insane,
The lasses were there, now lasses no more,
Come enter the party, come enter the door.

Yet, as  the band played those annoying songs,
We stumbled so blindly and followed along,
Till when the final curtain began to now fall,
We didn't really live our short lives at all.

And, so, you leave me here, standing,
Solitary, little boy, with his pants down,
Though man of man still wanting, you,
I watch you slowly slip away and cry,
Into the dark and lonely throughfare,
But I stand silly, shocked and empty,
Because my love has gone away.

If I had painted a grand world for you,
Perhaps, this and that would  still be true,
While golden hair, now gray and flowing on,
Would melt a heart of stone and rock and worry,
But I still long and love with all my being standing so,
Wanting all familiar times anew, then know not real,
Yet, as you walk so casually forth, I know it is now,
Here comes the searing stab of all  my lonliness.

I step  forth as though a man possessed, deleted,
Holding  onto walls, posts, and anything made solidly,
And wander, wander, wander like a fool betrayed,
Until I can no longer see you walking slowly , steal away,
Raising my hand and muttering to myself insane,
"Goodbye, Adelia,  my love, goodbye.