Dead heads stare from the wall

one can't tell if their glassy eyes
hold the relics of past life
or the sadness of having lost it
to the fires of royal pastime

tiger eyes look pathetically pleading
for re-stitching the stripes on the bones
leopard head growls only in anguish
of his spots being soft spot for target
the open jaws of the croc
can't still swallow the stuck bullet
awed eyes of deer is yet to sense
the muzzle that ruptured its innocence
the jackals, birds, langurs, civets
all frozen in the suddenness of the ***** out.

The hunter's head peeps from a dusty frame
having got his place of pride
among his game.

(Written by my daughter Gwen)
As it appears on my wall lovingly written and painted with a Butterfly wing and roses hand painted by my daughter on a small canvas. The words are carefully inscribed in white.
I placed the picture lovingly and carefully below her picture.
Her Quote reads:

    Don't spend your life
    wondering if you'll be missed
    spend your life
    being so amazing you don't miss your chance
                             at
                     Living

I hope by sharing this quote it might inspire others.
   Gwen, if you are reading this you inspire me with your beautiful words. Your encouragement to reach for my dreams continually gives me wings especially on rough days and gives me the courage to overcome obstacles that I face in life. I hope that my belief in you gives you wings also.
I love you more than words can adequately express.
  Sincerely your Butterfly mom,

If I ever found a bottle
With a Genie stuffed inside
Along the beaches Sandy shore
I'd rub it with all my might

And when the Genie showed  himself
I'd try not to act surprised  
I would pretend that things like this
Happen all the time

When he offered me three wishes
I'd only take up one
That would be for me to sing
Just like Chris Stapleton

Dorothy can I borrow
Your Ruby Red shoes
I could use a vacation
From my state of blues

Don't care much where they take me
If you want truth or dare
Three steps over the rainbow
Or to Kansas somewhere

I feel those Ruby Reds
Are my only plan of escape
I hear that their magic
Can take me away

From this state of being
That I am stuck in
Oh by the way Dorothy
Do they come in size 10

And Dorothy I'll try not
To wear out the souls
As I make my way through
Places untold

So Dorothy what do you say
Can I borrow those shoes
As I need a vacation
From this state of blues

Her bright white face shines out
in the frosted winter air
She smiles as I
observe her beauty

To brighten up my winters day
I wrap warm to greet her
and thank her for helping heal
my winter blues

Next morning my gratitude is rewarded,
new white bright faces shine out
in the now not so glum winters day,
reminding me spring will soon be on us.

I was seeing many girls
when she stormed into my life
broke my run with her resolve
to find her place as wife.

I was seeing many girls
when she came reined me in
halted me with all her force
determined to win.

I was seeing many girls
my dream was up to stars
when she arrived fully knowing
this man was soon to be hers.

I was seeing many girls
none of them could be wife
she knew it when she came
I would stick on her for life.

Brown yellow rusted pages
None read
None would for ages
Lying on the pave

Blurred is the title and name
Lost dream and never born fame
Wisdom of long bearded sages
Dumped in the grave

Dusty old forgotten write
Feasted upon by termite
What to author full of sense
Fetch not any pence

Should I buy take home to read
Not treat it like just **** ****
Spend some time in smelling old
See if bring some gains?

Thank You, Lord for family,
Friends and neighbors near and far.
Please bless them, Lord, and keep them safe,
No matter where they are.

Thank You, Lord, for every day
That we can breathe, and smile.
Help us to live each moment;
To make each hour and day worthwhile.

Help us maintain our modesty
Should we be wont to boast.
Help us share the gift of laughter,
With those who need it most.

Give us knowledge, strength and courage
To choose the right from wrong.
And help us use our voices
To sing Your praises loud and long.

Last, bless our tiny neighborhood,
And help us understand,
That we, are all Your children,
Held in Your protective hands.
Amen
Phil Lindsey 12/25/2015