almond fronds for  visions
spidered eyes black a wink kisses
the cheeks   a sunrise nose spry
lips of tangerine peels left after eating  the heart
calmest flowing rivers shoulders of
the places bream nip
for joy under a water slip
she is jungled
shy as the panther in the shadows
sleuthing blending in and standing out
when your eyes do meet a sudden
reality
by god she is  beauty
the forest the green lush
thickets impenetrable dark illusive
illusory a dream a destroyer saviour a wild thing
a nerve fiber a coiled up  bindle  
of masks and hard sharpnesses and soft fur
purr

when did all the coroners go on strike?
bodies are piling up
and no one knows
why or when
they met their fate
or even if they are
really dead
they may be sleeping

I often rode my bike there
the closest store
in Nankin Mills, Michigan,
a staple for penny candy and
whiffle *****.

A  month into the summer me
and my best friend, Craig Hewitt,
who lived four doors down
mounted  our one-speed Schwinn's
and decided to pull our first heist.

The ride was a turn right then left around
a curve out to the four-lane Joy Road,
and we rode determinedly. Four blocks on the right
was the small shopping place
a grocery store and
a Ben Franklin's Five and Dime.

We hitched our Schwinn's in the bike rack,
located near the entrance and studied. Thought of possible quick escape routes.  Excitement flowed, I wanted a quarter piece of chocolate and Craig had his lust on a Matchbox car his unfeeling parents refused to purchase.

I checked my holster the Roy Rogers shiny six-shooter
was at the ready. We sauntered in. Walking tall but shaking in my pretend boots, which were actually Ked's.
My friend was so brave he barely looked nervous.
I followed his lead.

We were in there two minutes pocketed the loot and walked out sure we had made a clean escape. Our Schwinn's had barely moved when two arms grabbed us. "Hey boys!" We were apprehended.
We gave full confessions to the Principal looking
old lady interrogating us. They called our moms.

They let us go.Craig had wet his pants and I had squished
hell out of the chocolate candy. We left not wanting to go home.
Pondering what state might take two refugees with records.
I imagined walking the rails with a stick and a handkerchief
tied on its end full of my marbles a pair of socks
the remains of my Halloween candy in.

We went to a field near our school playground and fidgeted and talked and rued and scratched the dirt with the toes of our Ked's
and tried to think how we could explain or make an excuse or
go back a day. It was getting dark.  The night on the run was more scary to both of us than our moms.

When I entered the house there at 8587 Blackburn, a white brick
normal house, now so scary with danger pain foreboding out every window and door, it was my bravest act to this day, expecting screaming a scene a beating my mother towering over
asking "what were you thinking?"

Yet nothing happened. my oldest sister, 14 at the time sat grinning
on the couch watching tv. And Mom was in her apron by the stove like every other day. As I walked by my sister said "I was the mom today.
You owe me a kiss". I hated to but I nearly kissed her every day for a
week.

Craig got his *** whipped.

Wake up with wonder, and
Use what you know.
Do it for love, and
Reap what you sow.
Keep faith in people,
Home is in their hearts
Such a sweet romance
What a pain to part
Lions can be gentle, and
A turtles shell is sturdy, still
Life continues to cycle, while
Karmas law prevails
Death waits so patiently
Everyone takes a turn
Face your adversaries
Sometimes buildings burn
Some stars turn into dust
Some dust collects into moons
Some suns light up the soil
Others are swallowed by doom
These are the worlds
The words that God spoke
So I wake up with wonder
And I walk with hope.

My knee weakens at the sight
A massacre of the innocent
Parts of their body littered
As few were mercilessly beaten

The explosion seemed a drill
In a located farming area
Where people go and fill,
Water, pulled by a cart carrier

Where children, usually play
While mothers do their work
Making crooked dolls with clay
In garbbish language, they talk

Sadden, broken wailing mothers
Call onto their childs name
A horrific sight, winked at them
Humanity, what a shocking shame

Cradles gone, blood smeared
A mourning torture grimmed
Giggles gone, people feared
Ears deafened with screams

A peacful, happy settlement
Now a testing bound ground
Cruelty of these man monsters
Polluted their calm surround

Ghosts and devils are a myth
When in vision we see men
Horrendous ****** figures
I wander, what they have learnt

Puppets of the money skimmers
Twinted toys of military goons
People killed everyday
See, how they break their rules

Peace is fading drastically
Where civilians relay on their leaders
Fools, they've been made
They are their testing feeders

Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls
Thou it was not your call
I hope these money made figures,
Push themselves and fall!


©sim

He's the hand I felt on my shoulder as the tornado went over me . He's the one who saved me from choking to death in my own ***** . He's the one who sat beside me on the mountaintop as I cried over my wrongs . And if I ever kneeled before him he would take my hands and raise me so I could kiss his cheek . Who is God ? My best friend who has saved me time and time again . Who understands my limits and my failures but forgives me each and every time . One who is always there for me to lean on when I am tired , lonely , discouraged . One who has shown me heaven and promised a place there for me .
Who is God ? He is in me , my past , my present , and future . I am nothing without my God .

an oscillating red light
appeared in the night sky
so bright its tone of blazing
was a shooting star