We came here to fly
in the height of our breath
don’t let the plight block the sun
I listened to my hands till silence came
staccato in my words
your flight is my sea of stories

I settle not into sight
tomorrow is a palimpsest
with its wise owls, the birds of fear
while sensuality is pouring down the windows
like rain in December
and there is something breathing,
a self-absorbed flower of flesh
and the tenderness of someone
to carry the “winelight”
for the flamingo me

your lips taste like morning.
I am redrawing  the horizon inside
for you to bring your pulse
in flight in case you might

What if love was invented by mothers?
I have to ask

Trust is that part of a compass that holds two legs together.

Your flushed down the drain
Your heart is in pain
Is it right to end it
Can I live with hurting the one I always thought she was mine
Losing my mind and becoming insane
Is this the way the go
The heart is wounded so deep that it can't be mended
Blood pooring from my veins and it's getting hard to breath
I am drowning in the deep sea and can't Seem to reach the surface.
Depression has taken over me and there is no fighting it now .

Good manners are nectar that allures bees to cling to them!

Tears stain pen to paper
Blood stains mark old clothes
Nights become quiet
Void of answers
I see emptyness plauge my life
Enough   please
I just want to feel better again
The internet, my twisted and faithful friend
O' how this introverted nature depends on you!
I search for him in all your words
Each heart felt plea
I find him, I find myself, I find you
Instead of being alone
I nestle into your heartache
Reminds me that I, we, are not alone.
Im so grateful not to be alone
Thank you.

It hurts, doesn't it?
My one word responses and unanswered texts?
Now you know exactly how I felt
When you decided you didn't care anymore.
But now you miss me and I couldn't care less.

If you don't love a floating cloud
That makes the sky a great painting
If you don't love the showers
That fall to embellish nature
If you don't love the dense web of trees
That build the roof for your rest
If you don't love the fragrant blossoms
That present world of beauty
If you don't love the white queen
That gleans with sparkling stars
If you don't love the bird
That sings the sweetest note for your delight
If you don't love the mountains
That stand tall and claim God's majesty
If you don't love the beggar
That cups his hands for his belly
If you don't love the orphan
That sighs in solitude all the day and night
If you don't love the wounded pegion
That entangled in your wire over the roof
If you don't love your parents
That groan at your each sob
And love you more than anyone in the world
You can ever love no creature.

I used to daydream
that one day
I would tell our children
the story of us
A tale full of trials
and tribulations
roadblocks, detours, fences, hurdles
heartache and longing
fate and destiny
a coupling that seemed impossible
which would rival
all the fairy tales throughout history
where love still
somehow conquered all
as you looked upon my telling
with that adorable
wrinkled look on your face
of disapproval
but sadly,
I realize
it is a story I'll never get to tell.

Reveal your
burdens
to me
and I will
do my best
to show you
that even
they
have
beauty.