In the garden a bird, a flower
gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers
a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched
long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air
a redolent warmly breeze brushes by the maple trees
caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven
in the gold of a halcyon summer
beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes  
a stark blue sky cloudless looms
and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field
they break the silence in a world transformed
a song - void of man's ordinary words.

She asked if I was a girl
She couldn't tell by the flowers in mine hair?

If I was a girl
I'd be one ugly brute...
Ha!!!!









Lol

Though there shall be hardships, God shall not forsake us.
Rely on his strength to keep persevering through life here.
Because he has enough strength to provide to everyone.
For in the vastness of his love for each and everyone of us.
That he went to the Cross, God whom healed all that came to him.
He died a death that was meant for those whom were evil people.
So that he could take each and everyone of us, our sins upon himself.
Then rising back to life to give to us all an op[en door to his salvation.
So now we may join together worshipping our God the Savior of the world.

Her zestiness
Rouses and stimulates me

As she always knows the right things to say...

Oh nag champa
                            How thy soft silk perfume sure doth carpet me..

Her ****** words coax me,
Her morphine mind entraps me
Her sense of time enwraps me
Her ***** paen's inspire me

Her ******* knowledge enhances me
Her flowered foliage remembers me
Her ****** boil ablazes me
Her
Mine queen
Her
Mine aimer...

over death we ponder too much
or none at all
but not upon the landmark most difficult to touch

living life well.

am i living my life well?

no, money can't help achieve
nor a good career of success

you know it too well not to believe
they do any better than robbing happiness.

then is it a nice wife and a loving family
kids to hug, comfort you generously?

no, not really, they still aren't enough to ensure
fullness of life as may only briefly endure.

then what is it that makes life lived well

a good sleep to tide the night
a roof over to dwell?

doing just what you like or minding the other's wish
let your desires run wild or hold them under leash?

to me it's a mystery getting answer to which I fail
the parameters of a life, having lived thoroughly well.

but over time I've realized, deep in, its echoes ring,

living life well has a lot to do
with being contented with smallest thing.

Tis funny
Is it not?
How us mad poets can splurge one minute on how wonderful
Our life is,
And the next we canst wait to die!!!
Silly poets we are indeed!!
What a life!!

Its as if we're all a bunch of manic depressive bipolar's/******'s in one mad yet beautiful symphony!!!

In the midst of time, we seek God, if we seek full-heartedly.
Then we shall find him, through the Faith within our hearts.
For he loves those that are earnestly seeking him every day.
But as for those that are only doing it half-heartily another story.
There is something amazing when you think back on your life.
Just knowing that it was Christ , that protected your life then.
For when does faith end , and knowing without a doubt God is real.
For within my life, I come to a place where I know God has always been in it.
For our relationship is very real, no doubts exist within my heart.

veiled behind the barbs of acacia
the river bathes in the lazy sun

she's a thousand years or more
but knocks my heart's door
like a flirtatious teen

come deflower me
bare me in your poetry
wear me on your skin

soon she would be lost to the sky
leaving on the banks echoes of her lust

i pause for a piece of her
before my dream turns to dust!