I stood and read the letters
with a pinch of disappointment
of no candles or flowers to buy
I looked up the sky and believed
that beyond the thick
combust are billion of stars
scintillating for the dying hearts
and the roses
that was left languished
on the floor

a remnants of photos
remained
with notes and mournful regrets
flooded the walls

the world just keeps going
which is supposed to
No one heard me cry
for the souls had left the atrocious lane behind

I touched the petals
that used to bloom
and throes my heart
that life has to presume

Happy belated birthday
My dearly missed friend.
I'm sure you had a heavenly party
That I regretfully didn't attend.

I couldn't think of you yesterday
It still hurts to say your name.
They say time will heal the ache
But it lingers yet the same.

I say a silent prayer for your soul
And push the thought away.
Time is only a theif.
It isn't any easier today.

A House of Cards
Should only have
Two Jokers...
Right?

No more the elephant
Will there be
When they have
Taken all their ivory.

This giant who is big and strong
Who will leave no legacy
Like many more such as the dinosaur
Who are now just history.

So you and I can only try
To show how we abhor
The treatment of these giants
Who soon will be no more.

We know man's greed
Will not stop at killing these
The dolphins and the whales
Rhinos then the Forrest trees.

The earth is good with all its green
And all its infinite features
But what good will all this be
Without these mighty creatures.?

No more the elephent
Will there be
When they have taken
All their ivory

And destroyed their legacy.

He sees the world in corners and edges
And life is lived in still shots

Past the grizzle and grit he sees
The lovely framework
The bones of the earth

That sparkle of brilliance
Crashes in his eyes
Wonder colored blue

A little mind races
And I watch as his hands try to keep pace
A heart of glass and gold
Transparent
A prism of possibilities
The light it throws
Colors us in day dream

Thoughts like the tide
Rise and fall
Carving out the shoreline


An exquisite curse
A hideous blessing

A beautiful mind

Feeling is an illusionistic place
You convince yourself with things that aren’t in place
It can **** you or boost you to a higher place
It is difficult to describe what feeling is in place
Some times you might develop them in the wrong time or place
You might feel happy for no reason in place
Or you might feel sad and it fits correctly into place
There are feeling that are even beyond time and place
If you want to know how it feels to be emotionless then maybe death is your place
Life without feelings is a tasteless place

I keep a private Scrapbook
You won't see on my shelf;
Stuffed with trivia from my life,
Known to no one but myself.

It's filled with words and actions,
Lies, cheats and thefts;
Nothing really serious,
But enough that I won't share.

Deeds I'm not proud of,
Words uttered to hurt;
Clippings from a checkered past
Sealed safely in my book.

There's some who'd like to read it,
Expose me for what it's worth;
They should proceed with caution,
They have their own Scrapbook.