Time in its essence
Is fleeting; unkind
For those that are aging
Until they wither and die
Constantly moving
Each orbit, each path
Until the end of existence
It’s both science, and math
All time will end
But no time too soon
Perhaps some day
We’ll all live on the moon

She hid behind her flawless façade
I had hoped to catch a glimpse
Of her auburn hair and freckled cheeks
Pretty eyes and lips
When I had her in my sights
I told her she’d been missed
Then I held her hand in mine
And leaned in for a kiss
She reciprocated my advancement
And there was momentary bliss
Then I whispered in her ear
She’d granted my one wish

‪There’s grumbling down inside the earth‬
‪It can’t stomach or digest‬
‪The pollution that mankind’s created ‬
It ‪seems that humankind’s digressed‬
‪There’s plastic in the oceans‬
‪The ozone layer’s marred ‬
‪The forest’s been depleted ‬
‪The entire planet’s scarred‬
‪Just another piece of plastic
We can’t wait to discard‬
Warnings told, but nothing bold
Has been done by those in charge
Even though there’s global warming happening
In their own backyards

You’re mimicking like shadows
With every subtle move
Whether in daytime or at night
You can’t hide the truth
When every movement is a reflection
Of the connection to our youth
It amplifies temptations
And we eat the forbidden fruit

At first we headed west
But we weren’t that impressed
So we decided to go east
But we wound up in the streets
So we ended up down south
In a town I can’t pronounce
Standing in a field of shredded wheat

There’s fear in the unknown
Of a seething unwell mind
Where the darkest part of shadows
Go inevitably to die
The umbra goes unnoticed
When the stars refuse to shine
Because the thoughts of unwell people
Cannot be considered crime

She vanquished and she stole
Every living soul
That ever crossed her path in any way
She needed us to know
That her heart’s as dark as coal
And she looks at every man as human prey
There’s nothing we can do
She’s obnoxious, loud, and rude
I’m not sure how much more there is to say
I hope she gets her just
For the previously discussed
Soon, before she gets wise and escapes!
I’m unsure how to get it done
No thought I think seems fun
But we need to make a plan without delay
So, let us all discuss
What we need to do and must
So I can get undressed and hit the hay

I’m drowning in an ocean
Treading water; churning feet
Just to stay afloat
Happy, and upbeat
I see you with your troubles
Almost every time we meet
But there is a silver lining
You can see right from the street
I can take you there to see it
If you want to come
But I, myself, am looking
Down the barrel of a gun

‪We could sleep away the day‬
‪On the bed on which we lay‬
‪In comfort, me knowing that you’re there ‬
‪I could tell you little lies ‬
‪And you could act surprised ‬
‪And end it, with the flipping of your hair‬
‪We’d both be in the ****‬
‪Acting deviant and lewd ‬
‪While not giving a single iota of care‬
I could whisper in your ear
Close my eyes and disappear
While you’re telling me how life just isn’t fair
I’ll do what I must
If love’s turned into lust
But I will not act as though I’m in despair
Lay your head upon my lap
And take your precious nap
But just remember, that life isn’t always fair
Never in love or war
Has it happened once before
Where the enemy, was set free, and spared
But if these moments should arise
I’d still claim you as my prize
Because you’re my every breath, my oxygen, my air

They ‪flourish in my dreams‬
‪In fuchsia waves of spring ‬
‪Swaying in the brimming meadows ‬
As if ‪bowing to their king‬
‪Yellow pollen spread by wings‬
‪Dusted effortlessly about‬
‪Pollinating everything ‬
‪Removing any doubt ‬
‪Of what will or will not grow‬
‪Being purposely exposed ‬
‪To the sun, one by one‬
‪Steady as it goes‬

They form
Then falter
Then float away
Then dissipate
In shades of gray
Constantly changing
Never the same
The producer of shadows
We tend to call shade
Hovering up and about
The hoarders of rain
They’re what we’re sad to see go
But are happy they came

What I’d do if I had wings
I’d chase the stars and count the rings
On Saturns outer limits
They defy the laws of gravity
They are visible for my eyes to see
Until the clouds shade my visibility
And I fly about my way
To see the things I haven’t seen
Not just pictures on the silver screen
Or a vision in a vivid dream
That opens my imagination
I’ll tip the scales of mediocrity
And soar the skies more vibrantly
To cure my curiosity
And to justify the means

Raindrops form on the pedals
Of an iridescent flower
Is it just the morning dew?
Will the sun again shine through?
Or was it just a little morning shower?
It doesn’t hesitate to bloom
The rain was overdue
But it stood its ground, when others may have cowered
There’s resilience in the air
Even flowers come prepared
And that itself can make one feel empowered

The velocity of a sparrow,
Can be faster than any arrow
When you’re headed for the brink of a first kiss
Cupids arrow’s fair, but none can quite compare
To the speed in which there’s momentary bliss

Why venture on in a trivial pursuit
When you quibble and pout
eating passionate fruit
You hunger, you need
You wish to proceed
Despite all the hurdles
You constantly leap
To avoid any conflict
Any variance of trust
You do what you will
You do what you must

A mystical stardust
Lights up the night
Beyond the forest
They bicker and fight
The small feisty imp
And the unflappable sprite
Always a brouhaha
Over who’s wrong or right
They’re always at odds
They never relent
Until the stardust
Was heavenly sent
And then there was peace
Things became clear
Love was in place
All hate disappeared
And the two became friendly
And then became friends
And they lived on in harmony
Happily, the end

Out in the garden
The flowers have bloomed
Pink oleander
And red roses too
Beautiful lilies
With aromatic flow
In through the nostrils
Of a sensitive nose
The fragrance alluring
It’s time to propose
To the woman I love
The one whom I chose
And with my confession  
And my intentions exposed
I’ll pick through the flowers
At the roots where they grow

Bunches of buttons
Some old and some new
Worn in a fashion
That best describes you
Whether yellow, or orange, silver, or blue
Some with four holes
Most have just two
Designer buttons
To pick through and choose
Then sew them on tight
Because they’re easy to lose

Amber pedals mixed with gold
Picturesque, truth be told
Something simply beautiful
In a world that can be cold
Yet, they still rise and bloom
On sunny afternoons
In the spring they’re free to roam
Along a country road
And wave to passers by
On the highway to the sky

Wrapped in diaphanous robes
and lush lavish lace
Soft as the skin on her beautiful face
****** and sensual are pleasures we seek
Bound not to tell, are the secrets we keep
Unless on the pillow, where the truth never lies
There’s more to what’s there, than meets the eye

Sunshine on a myriad of sunflowers
Stretching out and rising
to endless bright blue skies
Happy lengthy flowers
In a yellow pedal sea
Existing on this planet
Just like you and me
Fields and fields of blossomed belle
Enamored with the sun
Basking in its radiance
Each and every one

He was catharsis with his paintings
He creatively reached release
Then he’d infuse it with the paints he used
And he painted what he pleased
Whether landscapes or a portrait
Or an abstract just the same
All express emotions
Like the love, the joy, the pain

A flower grows through concrete
A kitten wanders by
It’s now fixated on the flower
Without rhyme or reason why
The kitten smells a fragrant scent
It paws the flower near its nose
To get another subtle whiff
Of what was posing as a rose 🌹

She’s inspiring
She’s insatiable
She’s the dream of every man
She has a creative mind
She’s a special kind
Eccentric, cause she can
She’s a beauty nonetheless
With freckles and a chest
She’s as fierce as summers heat without a/c
She’s a feisty tigress cat
With claws for her to scratch
And she makes reality
Into what was once a fantasy

Lost in the eyes of a tigress
No sudden moves to show fear
Mustn’t lose sight or eye contact
Praying that she’ll disappear
But there by the side of the tigress
A woman with light colored hair
And eyes just as intense as a tigress
Amazed by her beauty, I just stop and stared

There’s magnificence in broken ice
Crystallized carousel of bits
Shards and little fragments
That cover the abyss  
A creation made by nature
That doubles as an art
Layer after layer
Drifting miles apart
Melting at alarming rates
As sea levels rise up higher
And despite the excess water
It can’t help put out this fire
It’s a problem that we caused ourselves
For profits and for wealth
We must prepare for what’s to come
In the future and for our health

Staring into the twilight
A yellowish orange glow
Resigned to the horizon
By entering below
My line of sight
My rhythm; flow
To wherever it decides to go
And if with patience
It does not show
Then flip the script
And take control

Come autumn, leaves fall
Many, not all
Making way for changes in time
The seasons blend in
They end and begin
When the wind stiffens up on a dime
The sky turns to gray
When winter comes way
In a fury, out on the line
Just on the cusp
With no one to trust
Like a villain, committing a crime

He hears it all with covered eyes
He knows what has been said
The tears, they flow, from bloodshot eyes
Now all he sees is red
He cries and cries to no avail
The worlds on fire
The systems failed
Wrong is what needs getting fixed
High moral standards
Are what’s sorely missed
I must admit
I’m not impressed
At how issues now
Have been addressed
The powers that be
Can’t bare the blame
But there is no change
If there is no change

Oh butterfly 🦋
With wings spread wide
In leopard skin
Now full in stride
Draped in lacy frills
And mens silk ties
High heeled boots
And fantastic lies
A quenching thirst
A spicy fire
The epitome
Of mens desires
On they look
With their fantasies
While you bring them
To their knees
A fantastic feline
That makes men crawl
Luring them in
With your mating call
To devour
And use up
Then say “au revoir,
Goodbye, good luck”

‪Across the purple majesty‬
‪Landscape hazy and subdued ‬
‪Amidst the mist and murk‬
‪That hides a stunning view ‬
‪Above the slopes and plush terrain ‬
‪Under moons bright stare‬
‪Gazing off into the stars‬
‪Breathing mountain air‬
‪Together in the moonlight ‬
‪Standing hand in hand‬
Daring us to venture out
To discover newer lands

His gaunt frame was gangly
He wore jeans and a coat
He was nervous and sweaty
And strung out on dope
He’d stare at the ceiling
Whenever he spoke
I offered him help
But he said he could cope
Then I laughed in his face
At his poorly told joke
And casually implied
I’m at the end of my rope

Cold as ice
In arctic seas
Homeward bound
Before they freeze
Must maneuver
Through sleet and rain
Past big sharp icebergs
That slice and maim
The underbelly
Like a tin can
And sink their ship
Farewell, the end

‪Soothing sounds ‬
‪From string and bow‬
‪Emanate a warmth and glow‬
‪Every cord of every note ‬
‪Is heard, but on a grander scope
‪It speaks straight to the heart‬
‪When moonlight is your audience
He felt a world apart ‬
But he’s ‪enamored by the music ‬
‪He’s ready to begin‬
On a rocky hill with ‪bow in hand
And with fiddle to his chin‬
His playing was subdued
A very catchy tune
Together with his harmony
It really set the mood
So he danced under the moon
The night air, he consumed
He was playing when the sun came up
And up until the afternoon

Red leaves in the forest
Through the thickets comes
A hefty steed and a rider
In a red hood and red gloves
She was headed to her grandmas
To see if she was well
She didn’t live nearby
So it was hard for her to tell
She made it to her grandma
And everything was swell
But something wasn’t right
Grandma was much more hairier and smelled
And with a certain look
She saw grandma’s big teeth
And then she saw an arm
By the bed underneath
She looked up once again
And stared into its eyes
And said the hungry wolf
On such a big surprise
“The better to eat you with my dear”
And he leapt up and devoured
That poor girl; little red
So the story now is over
Because everyone is dead

I’m a servant to my solitude
Inwards is where I dwell
So far inside my body
It leads into the depths of hell
That is where I am most comfortable
It’s my peace of mind
I find comfort in disorder
It’s what gives me my drive
Not a thunderous ovation  
In which two worlds collide
And coming through the aftermath
Is a reminder I’m alive

A dangling head and a heavy heart
Head in lap, two worlds apart
Dealing with complexities
And what the world around her sees
Waiting for a passing breeze
To push her on the swing
Like her father used to do
On sunny days in spring
But that was just a dream
She’s hanging by a string
She never imagined what his loss could do
Or the anguish it would bring
The world around her still grows
Her weaknesses exposed
Swallowed up and spit back out
An empty broken soul

A simmering groove
A highly flammable beat
A smoldering dance
To rejoice with your feet
They played and they fiddled
It was an honor; a treat
They sang and you felt it
That band had some heat!
They had made a deal with the devil
And now wouldn’t you know
The devil was present, and in the first row!
They played and they played
Until their fingers bled
The sweat on their brow
Had them seeing red
But they played for the audience
They sang to the crowd
Then they looked at the devil
And they said proud and loud
“We can play fine without you
We don’t need you around”
The devil grew angry
And he opened the ground
Then pointed to hell
And said “that’s where you’re bound”
But the band kept on playing
And did not show fear
The devil was beaten
And at once, disappeared

They traveled on the circuit
A band called “Night and Day”
They were wild and eccentric
But man, you should’ve heard them play
They blew the roof off when on stage
The new sensation, latest rage
They played the night
Into the next day
Then they passed out in a field of hay
They woke from sleep and heard a tune
A string guitar and southern blues
They then knew that they had to go
To the next town to put on a show

My shadow saw its silhouette
It scared him straight to life
He now goes by a different name  
And is married, with a wife
On rainy days, I miss him
Or when darkness falls
Unless there is a light left on
Then, he’s on every wall

A vivid painted ocean scene
Spills onto the couch beneath
On to a plush red carpet floor
Doused and wet, more than before
There a puddle starts to form
A painted image of a storm
When lightning strikes, and the colors swirl
You’ll have to reevaluate your world
Art is every where you look
But be careful what you buy
It shivered till it no longer shook
You sure do have an eye

The night sky is overwhelming
If you consider the details
An infinity of stars
And constellation tales
Sailing on the ocean
No wind to push our sails
To march with rudening madness
On the tails of wild gales

When he was reserved
He got what he deserved
Now all he has are memories
Perfectly preserved
He could pick them out
Of the faces in the crowd
He’d like to tell you more
But what he’d do is not allowed
So he carries on
He goes about his day
In constant contemplation
Of throwing a grenade

The moon is in cahoots
With the sun and stars
Also with Uranus, Jupiter, and Mars
The shimmer in the stream
Is for poetry and dreams
Planets in our galaxy
Share a certain theme
All the stars stand out
Regardless of their shine
I know yours and mine
Will stand the test of time

My pillows are clouds
That I sink into at night
Feathers and cotton
Mixed together just right
Into a slumber
I solemnly slip
And enter a dream land
Of adventures and trips
A graceful transition
When the time comes to wake
On pillows of comfort
For a much needed break

‪Golden faces in the sky ‬
‪The suns bright rays fall through ‬
‪Bouncing off of every cloud‬
‪Making for an extraordinary view‬
‪The sun itself is muted‬
‪Hazy when compared ‬
‪To the moon and stars alike ‬
‪As if the fight were fair‬

She had a tear in her eye
Her lips parched and dry
His hands were red as a ruby
He’d been caught in a lie
Yet, he tried to deny
That he wasn’t in love with another young beauty
Her anger was just
Lost over lust
As if a plot to her own twisted movie
She believed in their trust
It was an absolute must
Now going forward, she’ll have to be more choosy

Under the cover of the tall elm trees
A hallow path is set
To walk through and be guided
Without certain harm or threat
The path is dark and dingy
With echoes haunting sound
Bouncing off the bark facade
Of every tree around

To the right
A future
Of stunts and escapades
To the left
“The known path”
Fair since the time of the crusades
Your choice is not of good or evil
Or what you stand to lose
Neither one is more deserving
But it’s still your choice to choose

There’s no time for sleep
When emotions runneth deep
And when emotions get the best of me
I can’t control the beat
Of the thumping in my chest
I grow weary, I confess
Of situations I detest
Both with and without stress