Last night,
I told Jupiter
to sell me one of her
many moons.
Well, you can't have
Callisto.
How about Europa?
No.
Then can Amalthea
become my own?
There was silence
in waiting
for
what
I'd expect.
it's been quite
a while
actually,
a good many months
until I remembered
that small dot of silver
hung up in my room.
just where it
belonged
I found myself too.
I spoke with Jupiter
for an hour tonight
She asked "How is Thea?"
I said,
"She's doing all right."
How good of her
to want to know.
My moon is my anchor
and I love her so.

High above in heaven a prayer heard
A man whose heart feared
God almighty I did wrong he said
Yet to gain pardon my sacrifice not paid
For Iam poor and cannot pay
A sacrifice needs money the elders say
Father in heaven his heart did pain
oh for the love of tis human to gain
To make a sacrifice his child he sent
To know the human pain in earth to spend
A child in a manjor was born
to them in darkness awaiting joyous morn
A sacrifice to our sins God did give
The greatest gift for poor to live
Christmas a time with joy to celebrate
Gifts and toys and rituals humans create
Doth not for poor God as a child born
yet humanity doth make his heart torn
its not gifts that mark the day
its a love of God to humaniny with his life to pay
Joy not in the gifts we do give
joy be found to give the dying a life to live
Not in the feast a christmas sprit found
A smile to them that cry a melody of joy to sound

To an Angel

Look into the stars do you see the past
Feel the breeze would the pains last
A cradle in the moon to swing
A lullaby from an angel with golden wing

Times ive heard the lullaby sing
A gentle breeze from the angels wing
Times i thought it was a dream
Till you bought joy in tears stream

Blank papers
Red Inks
and You

feelings overflowing the dams
short of words to spills the oceans
I dive into
sun stained in love
yet no rhymes to capture the sunshine
you bestow upon me

an integral part of my life
you are, love of my life
but I find no words to describe the feelings
that I hold for you firmly in a fist
clenched strongly
for still I lack expertise
in love
in life
in poems
nightmares of which letting go
ruining my days
yet comforted by the last night texts
this ocean is deep, isn't it?

In which I'm ready to drown

I was walking by the isle
Drifting through the sea
Finding a river
Looking for a tree
Then a thought of a home

Forever be finding?
Never good for settling
They called me ****** heart
I say nomad

I fought to live
I took the rocks filled the walls
Finding a soul
Trying to call the places a home
But their just houses
I am nomad