She's not a lady
In the strictest sense
She's my puppy dog
And that's her defense.
Got her at seven months
Wild and crazy
And it's been so since.
She's not like the others
Both male
And gotten as pups
But we love her nevertheless.
Oddly she and I have the same birthday
We are both Virgos and that's a fact.
Had just put down dear old Scout
Didn't know what my life would be without
Miraculously an email appeared
From a friend who knew my pain
Said someone took their pups back
To the ******* again.
We wanted a male
But who could resist
An opportunity like this.
How can I describe her
Noisy, enthusiastic, Stubborn
Playful, Insistent, Beautiful
And Special as all dogs should be.

Love more than before
Don’t  underestimate yourself
Above our father is watching
Enjoy yourself more and more

My future might
Be very bright,
As could be yours,
By your choice.

Every dream needs someone to believe in What it can see. To reach this side of reality.😋😎😁

Innocence of nature gives and gives Hoping to be loved by someone. Her flowers hoping to be rescued by someone's eyes. Her trees reach high into the sky to get us to look up from time to time. Her life Cries For help But no one hears. Open your hearts mother earth is falling apart. Go sit in a park and watch the children play inside her arms. Let it remind you of who you are, The child of god that needs the love of A mother And father To get through a world That forgot how to love with the truth that comes from above.

some
float
up

slowly

the wind taking his hair
the wind blowing through him
skin and bone
the wind whistling through his teeth

some ride into the abyss

some are bounded
to cling to the earth,
rock and soil

some hang on to the edge

some ride the wild wind
into the Abyss

some see the river and fish

some rise up
when the lonely one asks for the them

does the abyss wait for you,
or did an angel come for you, brother

and if the earth is but a grain of sand
in the vastness of all the grains of sand
on all the beaches of an unfolding soul
drifting into the ripples of time,

I need to know, Lord?

the box

my brother on the dining room table.
ashes and memories.

Underbelly of seabirds
As
White blue grey sky
Scrolls above.

Feathers frolic on
Thermal waves
Unknown to eyes
On Southend pier.

Rusting legs step out to
Sea
Swell and cresting small
Over silted bed