Values cave when built upon the riches
of a dead man, whose soul was fed by the hands of greed.

Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

There was a wild fire
In a forest glum
The villagers screaming
At the top of their lungs
While the children scattered
And cried for their mums
The wind began howling,
And the wolves had now come

So tell me mighty river,
Why are you flowing away?
Past the gashes on tree trunks
And the blood pouring from the fray
Your purest fresh waters
Are now stained and at bay,
It doesn't mean your white waters
Cannot help them today

There was a sea serpent
In the eye of a storm
Her iris was burning
And she was whirling her form
Her venom was toxic
For all who had torn
Through her layers of skin
That she ever did mourn

So tell me mighty river,
Why are you flowing away?
Past these churning red waters
That our trauma has lain
The fear is engraving
And the worst is to stay
If your ripples of wisdom
Do not flow back this way.

The stellar light illuminates the galaxy,
in sparkling flashes of silver and gold;
Like a child's painting awash in splattered hues,
with the angel-moon as guardian bright and bold.

An eclectic design by a superior soul,
inescapably translucent and chaste;
Its composition surpasses all boundaries,
a breathtaking canvas sketched by providence.

While here we view from our temporal plane,
this dance of saints at divine elevation;
Enthralled by the image we're witnessing,
as it defies our worldly imagination.

All around us earthly miracles lie,
within nature's triumphant show;
Yet untouched beauty magnified above,
reaffirms what we already know !

There's only one thing in this world,
that sings of destiny;
The soft and steady beating heart,
brings us home to reality.

As mortals we can live our lives,
and often forget that we;
Have a limited time here on this earth,
to live and breathe like the sea.

Each heartbeat creates a certainty,
of living in the here and now;
And what we do with this blessed time,
assumes an awesome vow.

A baby cries for his mother's touch,
a child reaches for a toy;
While lovers touch the face of God,
expressing endless joy.

Hand in hand and hearts with hearts,
we journey through each day;
Spirits' fire burn with intensity,
finding one another along the way.

We can build our very own destiny,
if we so choose to seek;
The wondrous path to the Lord's embrace,
with adoring angels at His feet.

Sometimes I perch you
       on my shoulder.

I ask you to read
        my newest poem

look inside my soul
        and tell me

        everything