In the height of summer
The pond shrunk to a hyacinth heart.

The kingfishers left for crystal streams
Village belles no more washed their hidden shames
Kids broke their frolics on her kissing splashes
And men dipped not in her to whisper secrets.

She prayed to hold through all the pains.

The sky heard her and sent her rains.

Why do I need a foot long sub,
And a "giganto gulp" from 7/11?
Why am I taught to consume so well,
But not taught to balance my credit?
I'm getting full....
Full of  debt full of something.
Call it regret?
I didn't mean to notice it,
I'll continue being mislead.

You pray so badly for heaven
Knowing any day might be the day that you die
But maybe life on earth could be heaven
Doesn't just the thought of it make it worth a try

even though they hurt
they refuse the hand of the father
rolling around in dirt
then bathing in rusty water

The tragedy of technology
The power of the written word
We're all just writing our thoughts
Waiting for our minds to be heard

Many emotions, fears and horrid dreams
Our deepest secrets exposed in a few lines
Never getting the rhymes right, or so it seems
Life, love and the future we see in our minds

Though the words may be small
Poetry says it all.

Taking steps forward is easy
       Standing still is hard
    Embrace what you have
              Stop
           To look at the stars
  Take a deep breath
                 Look,
      You've already come this far
             I'd bet my life
   **You're stronger than you think you are.

In my infinite wisom
I realize
That I know nothing