Her eyes are kind her heart is warm
She is a Rose, I am a Thorn
We catch and ride the wild steed
I’m so alive and she’s so free

In the gazebo we dance until dawn
Our bodies lay naked out on the lawn
Completely fulfilled and finally whole
I have no intention of her letting go

Wheels are turning my heart is yearning
A lust for life subconsciously burning
I breathe too deep and the dream is lost
I start the day with a secret thought

Perhaps she was fictional beyond conclusion
A kaleidoscope of colors, a beautiful delusion
If only to awake and find her near
Instead I sleep and gasp for air...

To Do List
Item Number 1:
Return
to the
Present.

Streams light from moon
flows through window

in a different land though
I traverse to a dune

The Bedouin in white robe
on silhouetted camel

rides on a mystic trail
did his woman elope

Rise from sands spark
rider’s eyes glint

must find footprint
an end to disembark

Night a moonlit art
bounces camel’s ****

she left him in the dump
trampled on his heart

Overhead stars fade
weary hooves pine rest

in his hollowed breast
he finds of her no thread

Foams in mouth the beast
feels the deadly heat

hopes slow retreat
the eyes gather mist

His dagger sparkles white
closes eyes the moon

dawn comes too soon
burns his blood bright

Equality For All

Why do you despise
Those who must fight to survive
In our lands
The lands of the free
Those who walk the cracked concrete streets
High on the cannabis ****
The dull glaze in their eyes
No will to survive
No hope, no future in sight
Hispanic and black and *** country white
Painted with the same ***** brush
Their only crime is the place they were born
Born on the wrong side of the track
But they to have rights
Be they black brown or white
They to have voices to be heard
You live in your big house
With untold wealth
The taxman to defraud
Fancy car and swimming pool
A room filled with fancy shoes
Yes shoes never worn more than once
Then left there on the shelf
You write a cheque for a million dollars
But never give a thought
For those on the other side of the track
Down trodden whites, Hispanics
And the un educated blacks

*yes, our lands, the lands of the free