no sound without silence
no peace without love
you must have your highs and lows
there is nothing so maddening as a flat line
to know your own composure within yourself,
you must throw yourself into different activities
only then can your soul remain whole
while the ocean around you is flat, you run the risk
of running over, of blending into the surroundings
force makes you solid and shows you who you are
inactivity, boredom, wears away and erodes at your good character
if you don't use it, you lose it.

1198

A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care—
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.

not only scared I am candid with candy coated pleasure

my drug is being excited waiting to meet you where

all are ***** in perfect conjunction loaded full with passions

in parallel lines we together stumble outside into a dark forest

find a wet spot of cozy pine straw and give us all we got

with nary a worry or hesitance  
every day

together

******* for
turning out to be
nothing more than
two wasted months of
maybes.

I write this  for an angel who
once was wingless
who thought all were innocent
who took me in
growing close as people do
lent me books and
gave me a shoulder
to cry upon
taught me innocence
was a goal
and love was  truly
forgiving
and unattached
to what you look like or where you've
been
who with unabashed
sincerity loved me
unconditionally
who on her death bed worried
for me.