Humanity
Can't
Prosper
Until
It
Lives
As
A
Family
And
Serves
Peace
For
Each
Other

The story was already told
sold so long ago
ending is enclosed
with a tale that no one knows

Can I control the characters fate?
Can I make whats in store?
It seems as if I am too late,
how long should one fight for?

How much of my soul has it stole?
I fold the cover over
fable done, stand as one

Still the story hovers.

Sitting here as the end rears
wish to not close this book
far or near
We still adhere

and choose just not to look

Afraid to turn the page
its the last of this chapter
stayed for whats an age
chasing every letter.

Do I submit the ending blurred
or admit to this confessing?
Do I choose to include her,
or leave everyone guessing?

Do I pretend no tragic end
is worth a farther pressing?

Other people build walls;
Poets build bridges.

Other people build walls;
Poets build bridges.

i remember that day in the afternoon sun
the garter snake passed lazily through the tall yellow-headed sourgrass
or maybe time was edging toward stillness
as it so often does in mental replays

there was cold, clear water in a tall, clean glass
that sat still at the end of your fingers
the sunlight hit the sides and it came through the water tilted
at the same angle as your head as you smiled
i saw the condensation on your hand
and wondered if it would feel cool against my skin
or if all I'd feel was the warmth of you
i could feel the glaciers melting
drop by drop by drop

and a warm, soft wind
covered up everything
on the day your love came screaming through me

you had oranges and lemons in a canvas bag beside you
different hues of summer in that pouch you brought along
there were seven different kinds of light welling up inside of you
you smeared citrus pulp all over me, in laughter like song
gone too quickly to tell you I longed for you to stay
gone to good old east rutherford three thousand miles away

i felt the warm surge blast my mind
coming in from behind
on the day your love came screaming through me

in the fresh light of day
i felt something falling away
on the day your love came screaming through me

                                                 *i remember that day
                                                  time was edging toward stillness
                                                  as it so often does in replays

We leave yesterday,
The exit to entrance of today,
Waiting for the door of tomorrow to open!

What we got,
What we lost,
How many drops of joys,
How many cups of sighs,
All are closed beehind the door!

We are in the hall of today,
Let's put forth best efforts
If we want to sit on the chair with comfort,
And adjust it to its better place.

And prepare ourselves
For the condition of the new hall,
And instil faith that the things
Will be the best there!

Only this we can do,
And all lies in the will of heaven,
And doing our work is out greatness!

You Were Red.
You Liked Me Cause I Was Blue.
You Touched Me;
And Suddenly I Was A lilac Sky And You,
Decided Purple Just Wasn't For You.