She spread out her arms
But not to fly away
Inhaling all the wisdom blurbs
People feel free enough to say
Salt in air and purple dreams
Waves crashing in the seas
Fragrances of lavender
Amidst the rocks and leaves
Sun soaked and casual
Finally at peace

There’s no sliver of damnation
It’s take it all or naught
In battle; under siege
With the several armies that you brought
It’s not a matter of perfection
Or whether it was sought
It’s just a general understanding
Of everything we’re taught

Blackbird perched in the dead of night
Resting till the mornings light
Not much noise, but a crickets chirp
A windmill blade, and a baby’s burp
Mother Nature takes her rest
She, our host
And we’re her guest
Blackbird falls from its nest
Wings spread out and feathered crest
Then swoops away before it hits
The only sound, when the wind resists
Nothing stirring, all is well
Besides the blackbird perched that fell

The leaf of love flows upstream
Seeking to be vindicated
By any and all means
But who would spot it?
A passing leaf gone by
Completely undetectable
Invisible to eyes
Just a leaf in water
Not much of a disguise
Humble, yet methodical
That’s where its beauty lies

He sauntered and he swaggered
His movements were in step
He swung the Jolly Roger
Around his head and neck
He’d been bitten hard with venom
It coursed throughout his veins
And just before it seized him up
He told me his true name:
Skip

No outgoing ships or flights
The highways are insane
Our only other option
Is to travel by a train
It’s imperative we get there
Our presence is a must
Even though it’s been several years
And we were nearly out of touch
It’s still the right thing to do
Even if it’s not much
And family, is family
Hence, the need to rush

A single dandelion seed
Gets carried by the breeze
That flies along the wind
But gets tangled in the weeds
And that’s where it sinks it’s teeth
With utter disbelief
And starts to grow a stem
Followed by a leaf
A complete and total metamorphosis
With maximum relief
Hell bent on growing old
But a moments time is brief

Your hand is extended, but then you rescind
And you, like my thoughts, escape with the wind
Throughout existence, there’s been a handful of times
We get rediscovered, come rain or come shine
A locket of hair, falls to the ground
I hear a faint scream, but the echo is loud
And just when I thought that no one was around
You surprise, you reveal, you shock, and astound

Those cemetery gates
Iron bars of wrought
Climbed over by hooligans
Some of them, they caught
Others, they went missing
Never to return
Some say they were eaten
Others say they’re in hell getting burned

Art is everywhere you look
Art is every living thing
The music in your ears
The songs that people sing
Art is in the buildings, the countryside, the hills
Art is filled with history
Art gives me the chills
Art is daring
Art is bold
Art is inspiration, waiting to explode
Art is paintbrush drawn with hand
Art is always in demand
Sold, if someone’s most impressed
Art is beauty, thoughts expressed

The news was in the paper
There in black-and-white
The stories that unfolded
Some written out of spite
Changer of the narrative
The Duke of written word
Facts form very suddenly
When word of mouth is heard

When tomorrow becomes today
Death puts on a crooked grin
You can almost feel his pain
Standing by for mortal sin
Waiting for mistakes
Matters not, who he takes
Always raising stakes
But not for money that men make
Souls are on the line
When it comes time to pay the fine

I listened to him stutter
I could tell it irked him so
He hardly talked to others
He just watched them as they go
Leaving for forever
Paying every toll
He gathered his belongings
Tied them to a pole
Then said that he was staying
Until he could gain control

It had gotten loose
The speckle bellied goose
That flew into the windshield of my car
He was knocked down with a jolt
A scene my eyes revolt
And now the goose walks proudly with his scar

Scintillating whiffs of air
Up the nostrils go
Unlike other fragrances
This one stole the show
Bottled essences of flowers
Or a single magic rose
Born without its thorns
And an eagerness to grow
Just a hint of its scent
And they’ll be flocking by the droves
With the promise of a sniff
Before the cold wind blows

The seashell washed ashore
That rode in on the tide
Looking for a hermit crab
To seek shelter inside
A cover for protection
A most welcoming host
Then to head back to the ocean
And vanish off the coast

There’s a noodle in my strudel
A pastry light and brown
We don’t know how it got there
But was lucky it was found
To bite into my strudel
A surprise, you could tell
Could cause me to get sickly
But eventually get well

How a droplet ripples
Expanding throughout time
Every decade adds a layer
To our extended paradigm
Now seconds turn to minutes
Soon hours into days
Century upon century
Still remains the unexplained

Hidden in the woods
On branches on the trees
An in tone singing sparrow
With fresh new melodies
He sings a valid love song
Something soft and sweet
But, so that all can hear him
Like the mate he hopes to meet
In clear skies under sunshine
He sings his melodic tune
That echos in the passing breeze
On a summers day in June

The flutter of your eyes
The wetness of your lips
When I lean in for a kiss
Is when my heartbeat skips
Palpitations and a sweaty brow
Body temperature’s on heat
But nothing is as soothing
As when our two lips meet

There’s no reason to fret
Leaving worries far behind
There’s no borderline regret
In what I’d hope to find
Running from neglect
Crossing over lines
Still, nothing’s much more powerful
Than the beauty of the mind

‪My favorite thing about the rain‬
‪Is the sound it makes‬
‪Dropping down to the earth ‬
‪Helping me sleep when I’m awake‬
‪The coziness and danger‬
‪Ever lie in wait nearby‬
‪Sitting by the fire ‬
‪Trying to stay dry‬
While looking out the window
Admiring the sky
‪And watching each and every droplet‬
‪Shimmer in the light‬

‪The flowers in the woods‬
‪Are scarcely ever seen‬
‪Hidden in between the branches‬
‪The tree trunks and the leaves‬
‪The flowers are of fuchsia‬
‪Which sprouted from a seed‬
‪But, the last I ever saw of them‬
‪Were through the thickets of the reed‬

The truth was rather brash
Full of self debris
Representing everything
He ever hoped to be
A vision in his head
A taste of victory
But it wasn’t in the cards
Just a diamond and a three

Innocence is simply bliss
Under sun and sky
It’s spotted very easily
With the naked eye
It’s beautifully portrayed
As the focus of true pride
The darlings of magnificence
Watched by angels in the sky

Looking down the barrel
Of the devils horns and fire
I couldn’t pull the trigger
But I knew what it would require
So I thought about what happened
Not yesterday, but prior
Which allowed me to refocus
And regain my desire
In which turn; regardless
Your situation’s dire

Lightning cracks it’s whip!
Obliterates the sky
Waiting for an echo
Or a thunderous reply
Strong vibrations fill your core
With a shockwave gone awry
And leaves us without answers
Just as to how and why

The garden flowers
Are fresh with dew
The morning air
Is sweet perfume
Just past the gate
The sun’s awake
Farewell to the sleeping moon

‪Achieving peace is no easy task‬
‪It’s contagiously spread throughout ‬
‪Both land and sea, respectively ‬
‪That’s what it’s all about‬
‪Calm, serine, like a waking dream ‬
‪No need to scream and shout‬
‪Just birds in air, without a care‬
‪Vanquishing all doubt‬

Time is of the essence
It’s time to expedite my love
Before time is gone forever
Lost or lack thereof
There’s a bounty for your kisses
You’re most extraordinaire and fair
I could court you like a gentleman
Or hug you like a bear

You had my undying devotion
With just a simple little motion
Setting sail out into the sea
But, between all of the commotion
Sailing on the ocean
That’s when everything got swept up in the breeze
At first the wind was swirling
Which caught us by surprise
But all got calm and quiet
When I looked into your eyes
And that is where I found my peace
That is when I knew
If I could be anywhere on earth
I’d choose to be with you

Covered up in marigold
Fall has reared its head
By the colors of the leaves
Yellow, brown, and red
By the stiff and steady breeze
That makes me cuddle up in bed
And the autumn leaves that trickle down
In the backyard by the shed

‪A river between the mountains‬
‪Where there’s waterfalls galore‬
‪Breathtaking surroundings‬
‪That will leave you wanting more‬
‪More of forest greens‬
‪For as far as the eye can see‬
‪More of rivers filled with fish‬
‪And where the atmosphere’s serene‬
More of natural beauty
Mother Natures best
A picture perfect postcard
That blows away the rest

I bled from the thorn of a rose
Deep rooted in the garden it grows
It took me for a spell
I fainted, then fell
Flat on my face and my nose

If I were a house
I’d open all my doors
Lift up all my windows
I’m absolutely sure

If I were a house
I’d get up and leave
I’d lift up my foundation
Find refuge in the streets

If I were a house
I’d move near the beach
Far away from city life
But close enough to reach

I’ve raised the bar on expectations
I’m carving out my niche
I have so much more to learn
But some things I can teach
It’s the discovery of my wisdom
And the changes that come with age
It’s the tempering of my fire
And the suppression of my rage
My uncontrollable desire
To turn another page
In the book of life
Where nothing stays the same
And the only thing left to do
Is to welcome in the change

I saw you from afar
Where the stars don’t all have names
And the only time I wasn’t there
Was because of falling rain
Dance with me, till the end of days
Or before we go insane
Either way, come dance with me
Let us entertain

I sat atop the mountains peak
Gazing down below
There really were no words to speak
Just a rhythm and a flow
Fresh clean air
A stunning view
Focused on what I must do
And even though I had no clue
My thoughts and heart were still
for you

‪There’s nothing I suppose ‬
‪Finer than a yellow rose‬
‪Looking over landscapes from afar‬
‪There may be more expensive things‬
‪Shiny things that bling‬
‪Or the need for speed in a brand new car‬
‪But in it’s natural state‬
‪I’d have to contemplate ‬
‪Whether or not the rose is still the star‬
With temptations allure
Im shaken to my core
But it’s more about where to set the bar

My perception of reality
Is not what I perceived
And in the notion of commotion
My objective was achieved
I corralled all of my misfortune
My frustration and my will
And I took my medication in the form of one small pill

The birds in nests are chirping
Chirping out aloud
For everyone to hear them
Help pinpoint, where they can be found
I worried for their safety
I listened for a sound
But I did not hear another peep
Anywhere around

She caressed every name
Ever uttered from her lips
Harnessed all the pain
Until she came to grips
Walked along the stage
Praying she didn’t trip
When her favorite song came on
We were swaying from our hips
Dancing on the ceiling
Like the universe got flipped
While understanding nothing
Of which we were completely ill equipped

Mother nature on full display
By way of a tidal-wave
Enamored by its splendor
This heavyweight contender
The power it possesses
And the obliteration rendered
Washing away our memories
Our future, our dreams
Mother Nature is by no means
As innocent as she seems

Our thoughts were contemporaneous
Visions of themselves
There was no need to look further
No reason in which to delve
To go deeper into meaning
While wishing you farewell
But I’d go to any measure
As to never kiss and tell

Full moon lurking in the stark and desolate sky
Moonlight shining down on unsuspecting passers by
Moonbeams and serenades
The apple of my eye
Which can only lead to passion
In the stillness of the night

Heavy hits
Off the cliffs
The ocean
Against rocks
A soothing sound
Heard from steady ground
Waiting for the beat to drop
A hearty crash
A foggy mist
A wrecking ball
When the tide comes in
Into the nooks
The hidden caves
Molded from
The crashing waves

She set the night alight
She set the world ablaze
It all came second nature
In the most spectacular of ways
She took a vow of silence
But she had something to say
So she spoke a different language
With visual displays

He’s a man without a shadow
His portrait looks intense
You can tell that he means business
By the way he’s dressed
Whether dark, or whether light
Whether grey, or black and white
He’s keyed in on what’s in his line of sight
Clear as day
Dark as night