today this poem is for us-
together we will squeeze the riens and move along the path-
we will enjoy this day-
this is so because we stand together-
although we may be far apart-
we stand together when we dream of distant shores-
we can come together to the gates of infinity-
we can dance the dance of humanity-
one waltz at a time-
this poem is dedicated to all of us-
this is so because all of us have a stake in the positive outcome of our children-
so I ask you to hold out a hand instead of pointing a finger-
together we can dream-
we can go to the bus stop together-
and together await for our ride into the cosmos-
so once again let do this for us...as in together...

twisted bicycles and empty pop cans line the longest street in the world-
making my way ever closer to the frozen city I catch a glimpse of the relics of yesterday-
paper bags and frost covered couches-
chilled passengers seeking the brief warmth of the morning commute-
sunlight and frost dance together and create crisp partnerships forever more-
the bus driver has no trust in cats-
the great dane out with it's friend sparks memories of my past-
bitten in the face yet still loving dogs with such grace-
the frozen city awakes as the relics of last night claim their place-

one day after a rain storm a man awoke with a great hunger in his belly...
having not eaten the previous night due to the storm... this man knew he must hasten to the market in order to fend of starvation...as he walked along the river side the man spotted a worm laying along the river bank...this worm had begun to dry up and was squirming all about...the man feeling compassion for the worm picked it up and brought the worm to the river and dropped it in the water...once the man got back to the path by the river he saw another worm...he did the same to this worm as he had done to the first...every time the man returned to the path he came across yet another worm...this man kept up with his goodwill and continued to return the worms to the water...several hours passed and the man kept up with his task...soon after the man began to become faint...yet he continued to rescue the worms...as he returned to the road after dropping off the one thousandth worm the man fell on his face and died of starvation...his body lay in the way along the river all night...during the night the worms that he returned to the river began to wiggle their way back to the path...at sunrise another man was walking the same path of the compassionate man...to his surprise the man came upon a dead body...the man was completely shocked...this was caused by the site of one thousand worms carrying the man towards the river...the man knew he had witnessed something great...the man ran as fast as he could to the market...exclaiming to all the site he had seen...many people were interested in seeing this occurrence...they all followed the man to the river...the people were so excited that they began to run...when they reached the location the man had been explaining to them about...they could not see anything of the sort of tale they had heard...they looked around and only found a thousand squashed worms beneath their feet...thinking the man a lair some of the people picked the man up and tossed him in the river...

O'  end of quarrels in the sandy desert-
O' terror weep for thy innocent lion-
O' terror she has no cause, where can she go when rocks disappear into red rivers of lost artifacts, where she has no gun, only her *****-
O' I see you are selfish-
O' I see you hate, and ask of you to stop your explosions, stop your suicide, and let us all enter her body-
O' the dreams are there, warm and legal-
O' we can all drink from your oil wells, but must stop your anger first-
O' I shall seek her otter, will she be far behind-
O' terror can you do this, my simple request, we shall enter her body together, like children we still are and always can be-

O' with the mink's wheel the pirate cranks out a sweet ballad of desperate tragedy-
O' when will her sun set in my valley of various rays-
O' mountain horse and stinky steed, where is your knight in the abandoned dew-
O' shrewd sheep let me have your wool, for me it is not, I pray for the baby stars of the hungry day-
O' dream let me awaken from your hold-
O' day so fair and wild I see not the climate of your youth, I see not the Shepard's cane-
O' night long and slender let me clean your dark with my forming brew-
O' let there be someway to see the roads that flash amber in her eyes, in her mouth snow forms rocky terrain and I cannot pass-

O' is it me and her I see in my dream, feeding on the dancers last leg-
O' is it us that cries for the pain in lost love, or the affair of pleasure hiding in thy mountain's peak-
O' I say let her come to me softly, slowly, and with great fists, fiery and dripping wetness in my wound-
O' fair country side, where the stream flows in opposite direction-
O' where I see thy fish drunkenly waiting for the sea otters-
O' otters of the sea, king of the night, why has thy heart sunken in her eyes, why does the bear not eat her berries-
O' is she tired and long in the way we stand-