The crisp cool air,
leaves of orange and red,
almost as beautiful as the blood of the dead.

Lips pale cherry,
dry as a bone.
Body kissed by death,
under a new graveyard stone.

Like a sheath of darkness,
another person dies.
leaving their story behind closed eyes.

Quiet lay the lies,
quiet lay the good,
quiet keeps them all hidden;

even the misunderstood.

I wish for a world free of hate,
where no one gets looked past.
I wish for not a fixed world,
but a solved world;
where my kids can learn equality above all prejudices.
I wish for the general knowledge,
to know that you'll need a big heart
to match your voice.
I wish to finally give liberty and justice for all.

The August Moon saw the rise of a phoenix from the ashes,
In the huts of poverty was she born,
An arrow of peace,
The changing touch of a stranger

She, the one with an old soul
She, the one with joy
She, the one with a vibrant smile
She, the one with a heart of gold
She, the one with selfless love

Born and bred with the tenacity of a lioness, courage did she ooze with her every day stride
A delicate orchid, with the raw beauty of a black rose
A gift amongst the blessed

She, a pillar of strength
She, a beacon of hope
She, a wild heart
She, a rebellious soul
She, a free spirit
She, a phenomenal woman

Floundered the earth for her offspring did she,
Gave wholeheartedly,
Loved wholeheartedly,
Lived fully did she.
Still now, she molds from her final resting place a queen and king

She, my mother.*

**Happy Birthday Mom!!!

12/08/1974--12/11/2008

Rest In Peace