The seagulls lift their wings to fly
Scavenging with their beady eyes
In a flock, above the beach
There’s nothing safe or out of reach
They’ll plot their course
They’ll take a risk
They’ll dive on in
For bread or fish
They’ll take and take
Then fly away
To try again another day

Writing is the chance to have my voice be heard
With a sentence, word for word
That I may speak my own ideas
In black and white, as it appears
And when I’m gone
My words will last
In the archives of days gone passed
When something old becomes again new
All written from my point of view

There’s little of the story known
Once the ocean turned to foam
The suds covered up the earth
Like a newborn babies birth
Then it melted from the rising sun
Bursting bubbles, one by one
Until the earths restored and new
Stunned in turn by a bird side view
Peering down from high above
Claws outstretched and that thereof
To see the earth as squeaky clean
Not judging like a war machine
Where love runs deep and freedom reigns
Then settles in and breaks the chains

She stared into his eyes
Filled to the brim with lies
It was liars she despised
And swindlers who connived
It was as if she’d won a prize
When he admitted he had lied
She admired his new candor
To which she had been previously deprived
They lived happily ever after
In a world they both contrived
Filled with butterflies and laughter
Where nothing ever dies

A kiss for the ages
An epic embrace
A long lasting voyage
Through time and through space
An infinite journey
Towards what can’t be replaced
It’s the thrill of the hunt
The thrill of the chase
Having the courage
To come face to face
If just for the moment
That it all gets erased

From the seasonings you use‬
‪To that oh so pleasant smell‬
‪The aromas from the kitchen ‬
‪In someways, casts a spell‬
They come from far
They come from wide
From tales of what you can provide
‪My stomach growls‬
‪My mouth has drool‬
‪My tastebuds yearn‬
‪My eyes get full‬
‪Using only the ingredients ‬in front of you ‬
‪You turn them into something beautiful‬

How do I find you?
Where do I go?
I’d search through the desert
I’d freeze in the snow
My mind cannot fathom
A world all alone
I’ve searched every crevice
Lifted each stone
But I still cannot find you
To have and to hold
And hand you this locket
Made of diamonds and gold