Thousands of ants creeping and crawling
Around and over me
Forty floors, no one cares I'm falling
They mean nothing to me

Alone in a group of eleven
I don't play the same game
The odds are against me, not even
But I do know my name

I am usually gregarious
Now, alone with my thoughts
Anonymity not serious
Warm poems in my head, lots

Men have eyes that dim with time
like bronze statues who've lost their shine...
But heroes and legends
from burrows and heavens
will live on eternal in vision and rhyme.







-Joshua

It doesn't take much
To make me grin
Just a woman's touch
It's not a sin

It doesn't take much
To make me smile
Just a little clutch
For a short while

It doesn't take much
To make me laugh
Just a tiny crutch
On a sinking raft

Tears cascade upon the Earth like meteorites
as we lie in the flower fields of India far away
I watch the sun rays play a story across your face
we whisper of past transgressions and travesties done to us
and how time moves slower here when we forget it all
we have waited so long to find this dream we pondered if it were real
we had at last found our way outside the worlds oblivious ways
gazing into each other we see our reflection lying in silence  
finally falling to sweet repose as the moonlight draws us within her sweet blanket
no other warmth needed but one another

Some moments are regretful
Others are embarrassing
Some moments are life changing
Others are forgetful

But every decade or so
A moment rambles by
That is the first sip of wine
The first love caught an eye
The last kiss before you die