Sometimes the past slips away -
a dream that never was.
But the wanting stays,
like a ghost in the hallway.
We carry it,
each step a little lighter.

Head to toe,
I am trying to stretch my toes
Lying on the bed.

Crying on quite late
It's like world wishes well but out to get me,
It's some kind of curse or a blessing,
I don't quite know.

I would hope to run and go
But there is no hiding.
In this simulation
We are trying to play,
But needless to say
We are quite good at losing,
Nothing is really of our choosing.

Miracles come in if you let them in
Trust is a game, quite demanding.
I don't know, which road I am walking
Indeed it's late, I could be sleeping,
But here I am pondering
The ideas come in a bind
I dont feel the world rise
the thirst is untimed.


Toe to head,
My weary feet, the growing heat
still up upon on the bed.

Recall the day, the miles they trod
Each step a choice, a nod from God?
Or just the path laid out for me
In this grand play, for all to see?

My legs feel heavy, muscles tight
From battles fought, in fading light.
My heart still beats, a steady drum
Though sometimes lost, and feeling numb.
My hands lie still, their work now done
Though yearning still, for someone's sun.

My thoughts still race, a restless tide
Where hopes and fears can't truly hide.
My eyes stare up, into the dark
A silent question, leaving its mark.

My head now rests, upon the sill
Of sleep's soft door, against my will.
Perhaps in dreams, a truth I'll find
Beyond the thoughts that cloud my mind.
From toe to head, I'm just a soul
Trying to make myself feel whole.

My past won't protect me
My future is set to destroy me
what will I be doing now
smiling at the creations
is everything just decorations
it's all set up, and I keep my time
It's now what I do
It's in present how I be
don't fight, be at peace
I live and breathe the tranquil.

Serene, float among green growth,
Buds desire to open, join the flotilla.
Gentle one, you are like the waterlily
Which grow across the surface,
The still surface of my pond.

Wayward curls shine in silver
New strands each day I see 
Nothing will ever stop these waves
From greying furiously  

Why then be lost in troubled thoughts 
And hurry those tides of white 
Breathe in and breathe out instead
Let little things delight 
 
Sing of the joys of nascent spring
Dance to a happy summer song 
Paint trees in burnished gold 
Spin tales of leprechauns

Embrace brazen winds that breeze
The earth that holds well-walked feet 
The canopy of light and dusky night 
Where the sun and the moon come to meet 

No tarot reading
No fortune teller 
No crystal ball I see 
Why riddle the eyes with endless thoughts....
What shall be, shall be

It’s an addiction, an affliction,
And I don’t know what to do,
For I am madly and deeply,
In love with Sudoku.

It’s unnerving, disturbing,
And I am going all cuckoo,
For I can’t take my hands off
A game of Sudoku.

In the morning, I’m yawning,
But my fingers are all glued,
To a pen on a Daily,
Immersed in Sudoku.

A passion, an obsession —
With numbers just a few,
Oh I can’t get enough,
Of this wretched Sudoku.

One to nine, how I pine,
For these numbers in a queue,
On my phone all I see is,
A game of Sudoku.

I run late, miss my date,
In a mess through and through,
My heart full of digits.
And head, of Sudoku.

An attraction, a distraction,
I sigh and sob and rue,
To be so in love,
With a game of Sudoku.

It gets worse, now a verse,
Such a long poem too—
Oh me, oh my,
All for Sudoku.