Teardrops fall gently,
gently to the earth.
Grief soaking into the soil
that holds those loved
ones. Their lives given,
given by choice
to a greater cause.
The call of their country,
their country's freedom.
May we, one and all,
Honor them this day
And always.

My thanks to those
that serve.

If
in a parallel world,
alarm clocks--
were made
to wake us up
from reality;

Then,
I shall
wake up
joyfully--
each time
at the first ring;

And
we shall
be together,
always--
in the amber glow
of my every dream~

He's damaged,
               Unfixable it seems
What others would call
                  nightmares
       Are his sweetest dreams
                And sometimes
  He takes his emotions
                               to
                            extremes
       It's so blatantly obvious
  When he finally
           breaks down
                    And screams
That the world
          brought him to his knees

                  He's a broken spirit.
       And I just don't know
   If my love
              can mend his soul
Or if my broken pieces
        Are enough to make
                                      him
                  ­                      whole.
       And if I use what
                       little I have left
To put him back together
                Won't that just
                                  leave me
      In a shattered pile of emotions
                   *forever?

sea of mystery
and dark desire,
harbour of peaceful blue,

mirrors like apple peel
twisting their reflections
into a song of me and you,

the leaves fall down,
everything falls down,
little alleyways of our love,

i promised you desire
and it was my weeping eyes,
my torn hair,
my dance in a poet's grove.

My sweet grandson Mathias
with eyes so blue
as the coral sea.
And when he smile to me
I discover the whole new world.
Magical feeling envelops me
when we are together
and I show and give him
much love and care.
When he reaches his hands to me
and says: Momoo..
It warms my heart with joy
and gives me strength
to belive and be strong.
I love him from the bottom
of my heart
He shows me that is worth
to live
when I have experience
and quality time with him.

Bangshi looked at the rolling gold before him.

Not a day would be without two square meals this year,
the surplus produce would earn him good money.

It was then his eyes fell on the thin little girl.

She belonged to somewhere else
always seeking something from the sky
showing little but her ribs jutting from dark skin
and if she ever swam her limbs in the wind
she would run up to the pond
to catch the reflections changing with the hourly light.

Her home wouldn’t see harvest this year
as her father had been ill for months
that could only mean starvation for the family.

Bangshi followed her eye to the sky
autumn blue without a speck of cloud
but for a spot of rain gathering in a corner of his eye.

What if instead of selling the surplus
he shared it with Malini’s family?