Cement never moves.
The blackened lines
eat sunlight--
from the cookie jar.

Sweet chariots--
of industrial shades
moving, moving.

Never peering at cement.
The world is a painting,
the ones who move
make their marks.

Stress-burned beings
that run across life
and burn out in agony.

To leave cement
in the skid-marked dust--
of midnight,
crying tears of joy.

Golden rays shine down
On the white peaked mountain top
Water trickles through

true love is not a declaration
     it is a demonstration

A Mother's Love is Forever

We've heard from
Abraham, Jesus,
Mohammad and Selassie;
God!
If we'd heard a humble apology
For the pre-emptive strike
In Eden, way back then,
It would have saved us all
A lot of grief.

The Robin-- much smaller than I,
fluttering in the vast expanse.

How I wonder what it thinks
of me-- the great giant.


The bird is a conveyor belt,
grabbing brush and twigs.

Building life in a tree.
Sky blue eggs--

in the melting *** of nature.
How I wonder when repetition ends--

I used to think
The only way to not be
Scared of monsters was to become one

So I *did

You may be unreachable
Like an island across sea
But I’d make myself miserable
Just to make you happy

Kiss away the pressure residing in my lungs

There are times you need a mother's love.
And a time you need a mother's hug.
But, you know she'll never be back.
And you feel closed in, shut up and the hurt starts to attack.
It's always nice to know, that there is someone there to hold.

CMH

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