The talk of the town
Is old school revolvers and revolution
Dusty trails and old wives tales
Dusk colored scene
Discolored clouds hover
The thunder brewing in parlors
After hour spirits
Pitched with the passion
Of melting steel
Strikes from the
Blistering heat
Forms the union of labor
Friction at it's finest
The time is a quarter til already

Your lips
Your eyes
Touching me
Seeing me
As only you can
Sweetest, softest touch
You against me
Desire for desire
Taking me away
From anything not you
Your lips
Your eyes
Whisper soft
Whisper me
On my neck
In my heart
Eyes closed
You are
My sweetest taboo...

My eyes are at rest
lashes twinkling
with unwashed diamonds
I can cry now
I have a bed of hope
for which my tears may lay
arms wider than life
for which my fears can play
Pain has no home here
I can float astray
the sweet scent of peace
lifting me away
You are my river
and I, your waves
Together we shall float away

she lived in the darkest recesses
of here and there
fragile and alone,
not quite new
but young enough
to have been pricked by
the stings of neglected pain
she was a discarded bloom
left unnoticed;
parched from the drought of love

so I rescued her;
this beautiful flower
tossed aside
with no way to blossom
into the rose she is today

I am in love with loving again
of foolishly running in the pouring rain
of a wanting, aching need
to watch the seed of our love grow
Oh how I need you to know
that with only you
can my every dream come true
can the stars in your skies
twinkle bright in my eyes
and the smiles from your lips
become my every sunrise
Only with you
can I fall in love with loving again
in your hands only
I can run in the pouring rain
With you, I can nurture this need
to make the seeds of our love
grow once again

She helped kiss away my tears

Comforted my pain with sympathy

She took away my fears

She is an angel to me



Over me, she looks down

I feel that she still does care

Watches me, no matter which town

I will always know she is there



She lives on in my heart

My wonderful, Scottish nan

Long ago to Heaven she did depart

She helped to shape this man



All the things she ever did

Was help open my eyes to see

I am always her little grand-kid

And she is always an angel to me

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Dedi­cated to my grandmother (Violet Eason Smith) who died in 1992.

From the temple in which stands my soul
I stand silently
A bystander
Watching the universe unfold and expand
Withered moments become pleasure

As I realise that pleasure and pain are remarkably the same
Experiences are weaved and created by our own longing
I look at life differently these days
Now that I no longer fear the light within

Hold fast brothers, sisters
For we are all a spark of the divine
Dancing to our own unique  melody
Release your fears

Death and life are not so far apart
And there is not so much to fear
Than what you created within your mind
and then play out within the co-creation of your lives

Linger longer on all small things which make you smile
The wind as it touches your skin in a gentle embrace
The sun as its warm kisses on your cheek make your skin blush
The smile from a stranger is a priceless miracle and is offered at no expense
Expect nothing just know that as you give you will be taken care of

The walk of life is strange
But your pearl will shine brighter
If you show it the light

At the end of time,
You are the heaven
I want to belong to.

Joseph Childress

Fold papers
Constructed to float
Like planes

Strip
Through the stripes
Along the lines
And take off

Make off
With much more
Than words written
Actual actions
That lift off
Pages

Origami ornament’s
Origin
Arose from bore


The formal forms
Turned
To sheets torn
Without intent to teach

Amusement
From improper usage
Still fuels
The mind anyway

Away and away
Fly fliers
Beneath the lights
Shone
In a way
More motions
Than moving emotions
It coasts
To another plane
Needless of
Communication

Vacation
Much needed
A cruise
For the piece
That used
To be tree
Now used
To set free
The imagination