Back on the plane
Being rocked to sleep
One year old twins screaming
Causes a mother to weep

So many sounds
Taking off, touching down
People are sleeping
Snoring abound

Sneezing and coughing
A symphony in the sky
I try to remember
Why it is that I fly

I feel like a robot
Flying again
All alone
Never a friend

There's no place like home
Or so it's been said
I do love to travel
But I long for my bed

In the inner labyrinths
when I  walk alone
a gazing benevolent  eye, I see,
the helix nebula of my origin
watching me, intently
beloved star, once a dazzling sun,
you refuse to go quietly
in to the night's ferocity
mother dear, in your core
undying love still burns
singing my favorite old lullaby.

isn't it odd
how we can know
human nature
well enough
to write poems
that move others
to tears
yet must hear
the words of others
to cry
alone
.

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

What ever happened to true romance?
Wining and dining, a kiss on the cheek
The dating game, the courtship dance

Those days are gone
At least for me
My dates are like chameleons
Colors change as need be

I still believe in love
Someone else out there must too
I just haven’t found him
Could he be you?

They don’t want what they say
They don’t say want they want
They play their games
They’re dating savants

I’m looking for love, could I be the only one?
Butterflies and goosebumps
And thousands of hugs

If true love exists, please let me know
I’m running out of faith
Should I just let the dream go?

how we , most of us ,
break each other's hearts
take the day for granted
lie when truth would suffice

cry alone, most of us,
is it not a shame,
take our lives for granted
with no one there for us

try to shine the surfaces
when deep down flames
burn our own blasphemy
with no one else to blame.

I look at the sculptures in the sky
The beautiful white creations
Against the deep blue sky
With just a hint of red
As the sun sets over the ocean

I wish I could fly
Jump from cloud to cloud
Light as a feather I’d be
Not a care in the world
Until the dark comes
I’d close my eyes
And dream of the light
And the beauty of the sky

Oh, how I wish I could fly