Let me love for the good,
Not hate for the bad.
Live for the happy,
Not die from the sad.
For there is always light in the dark,
If you only choose to look.

Mint tea and lazy mornings
Dust motes drifting
Sun slowly lifting
Cotton brain
Coffee stain..
Ready to go
(On the outside)

Pretty little dandelions
Don't sit in nice neat rows
They follow their hearts and their dreams
And where the wind does blow

I love my hardy dandelions
They know to persevere
Their little songs will always flow
Where gardeners can't hear

They will not drop
For silly things
Like being torn
Or poisonings

And These dear sweet flowers
Let their beauty show
In their stunning yellow smiles
And fluffy white tufts kids blow
For hours

And so my pretty dandelions
Yes, they go where others should
But they do their best as they can
And I promise they'll be good

Stars are the thing
That will be
From now until
Eternity

The moment passed
Before I knew it was gone
I kissed you
...
It did not hesitate as I had;
A Traveller,  midway
...
It had already gone

You did not kiss back

The cusp of the stark moon
Hangs in stillness,
(the world fading blue),
And drifts softly
Like a baby's feather,
Gently lowered,
Then wavers,
And balances delicately
On the edge of the world
Before sinking softly
Into glassy water.

If day is life
And night is death-
Then what is dawn or dusk?
The death of death will dawn,
But life goes on and on

Tin can busses fill rapidly,
Stop.
And bleed like tuna.

As I age, the world unseen
Comes to light,
And the way I'd been
With wonder, cease
For now I know reality;

Curious, how time does fade
Naïve questions with a wave
Of insight, yes, and somthing more,
Of jadedness, we watch the score
But not the game, the point
is not the point...

Questions fade in custom-made
Tiny starbucks coffee cups;
A tired dog won't think like pups
For they have seen the world

Tumbling and roaring
Froth-water came soaring,
To bash on the rocks below
Up, it rose as hazy mist
And on my  face, a dewy kiss,
A gift, to let things grow
Rainbows, bold with golden light
Upon the splash, its glowing bright
The tumbling and the roaring Might
Goes crashing down below
A river, wide above it crawls
To the edge of gushing falls
Then cascades a crystal show
And on the floor, beneath the trees
Goes gushing on towards to seas
And I will watch the water go
Will watch the water go

And as they marched home,
Hollow from the victory of war
Only those who returned were welcomed,
Despite desperate eyes searching
For one more face
And reluctant ears intent
On not hearing another name on that list,
That long, long list.

You've got to move to the rhythm and sway
Let the sound wash your troubles away
Its your turn to seize the day
So swim in the rhythm and sway

Hold your arms out to catch the beat
Lose your self in the music retreat
Spin on your new light feet;
Have the bad pounded out by the beat

Its not a song, its your soul
Feel it heal you until you're whole
It'll warm you when you're cold
Move to the music of your soul

Pebbles, rolled crystals
Tumbling from houses,
Roaring like lions
And timid as mouses

Frothy as softness
And wetter than seas,
The sweet rain cascades
On emerald-leaved trees

When we as loveless humans failed,
With hate in every word exhaled
We turned and let our gods all crash,
we turned our children into ash.
.
And from out the ashes crawled
A thousand demons, wide and tall
Roiling mud and blood and stench
Tore out from groaning wound-like trench
.
And then down from the sun there flew
(not too many nor too few)
A band of angels, a golden choir
Singing songs of purging fire
.
And at the end of battle-day
In the fields of war there lay
No liars, beggars, thiefs or knaves
But a thousand crying naked babes

Breath froths thick from my lips
Like cotton,
Drawn out into the thin autumn air
Forming gusty halos,
Wreaths of white,
Cheeks and nose pinken
From the crystal kisses
Placed gently like angel wings
Tingling with magic
In frosty air

The heavy rain falls swift and stark,
On these hills, the wheeling lark
And sodden sparrow sing in the dark,
As the sea falls from the sky.

The wind blows strong, the trees all hiss,
The arrows strike an icy kiss
The water drowns in anguished bliss,
As the sea falls from the sky.

I pity him with no place to hide,
But wet, in frozen arms abide
A spark against this fearsome tide
As the sea falls from the sky.

The silky water glides
Over a mirror of fish;
Cool like silver
Flirting with hot summer air,
Dancing with waterbugs
And kissing my fingertips
With a smile as blue as the sky

Battered whispers of fake truths
Snarl through innocent ears
And bend unwilling hearts.
It's a song as sweet as poison
And bitter as glass eyes.

Quiet mornings,
Eyes glued shut
Warm things wrapping your legs
And body
Cocooned In heaven
And also
Late for work

The rooms spins as I tilt my head back,
I see lightning behind my eyes
The floor rocks like stormy water
I waver, pudding arms shake,
Gripping the wall for strength
My belladonna fingers limply clentched
The silent thunder fading
The frozen storm waning,
And back to reality I go....

The past unfurls
With silver memories
Like messy cloth,
Tarnished or frayed;
Each life woven with yours
And so many paths crossing
Twining over and under
A stitch dropped, or added
Shadowed or shining
And all being woven
With the thread you are spinning,
Spinning,


Spun

Long car trips
Crowded with junk
And cramping legs
Flashing light streaming through the window
Into the muggy car air,
A trapped fly banging on the glass,
Low rumbling like gravel thunder
And bursts of shaking
Rattling teeth and seatbelts
When you roll over stones
Wisps of vented air
Curling around your naked toes,
And sweaty, rumpled clothes.
Skin sticking to fake leather seats
The slight sifting sick in your belly
Sitting fat like a toad,
And hoping the stuff in the back
Isn't shaking or breaking apart
From the crunching washboard gravel,
And drowsy eyes, tired from endless trees
Slowly drift until you arrive in the dark

Hello, my darkness,
I found you at last.
I stifled the blinding lights,
And delight in your soft kiss,
Your velvet cloak pooling in the corners,
And the soft silk touch of the moon
Glowing silver behind your eyelids,
And your fathomless depths
Bleed like ink, and I breathe you In like smoke,
out like water from the abyss.
You surround me with your touch,
you fill me, even as we cut delicate missteps
In the sweet, swaying, firey silence
For I am as mystified with your cool secrets,
As you lay entranced with my light.

Swirling coils of thick heat
Rise like snakes, reaching
Waving angrily in the air,
Poisoning us who cling
To the parched earth,
And stretch, up, up
Into the cool, tender night,
Whose cool fingers sooth
And gentle caresses calm
The angry snakes
Until they coil back down to sleep,
And then her gentle breath
Soothes, too, our troubles
And lays us down softly sleeping
Into the comforting coils
And warm bodies
Of the snakes

Maiden in the ashes
Robed in silk
Robbed of milk
No mark on your tender skin
No sign of turmoil within
The coal does not yet scorch your soul
...
You walk your delicate path
Bearing the sightly, brightly beaten cut bloom of spring
Luscious petals not yet knowing
They will drop from the stem
No seeds to plant, and not her fault
the only water here tainted with salt
And the ground here is hard, turned up in its roots
And the soft garden bed tamped down by boots
Do you know the path you tread does not want you?
Do you not yet feel the cut of the stone or burning of the coal to your sole?
Or does this black earth need your bloodstained steps as much as you need to bleed them
Is it possible for one woman's blood to nourish this dead soil back to life?
And one woman's love to seed them

lights shine brighter in Paris,
So they love the night.

Cars march dutifully like ants
On strings of suspended steel
Purposeful like tight rope walkers
And travel in white boxes
in the morning

I fell from the sky
And landed on the cusp
Of a soft baby feather

Before the world came darkness
And at its end was peace,
But chaos calmly churned between,
A violent masterpiece

The slow, smooth, slick of ice
Runs down cold iron bars
Snapping cackling dry grass
Crunching under every step
Loosing momentum, shedding its vice
Freezing wet my fingertips
Electric cold, my fingers slip
Down the bar of ice
To meet the maker of its own device

I've run my fingers over the faces
of many men
Touching, yes, but trying so hard to feel
With my own numb heart
It is calloused from use, yes,
but no less tender
So I reach out my hands
And run my fingers over countless faces
As I try to feel again

Open the doors and purge
The stream of bleary people
A flood, pressing for escape
The eternal escape
And fighting the belated urge
To run

The first golden sun
Paints the inky canvas sky
In blue so thin and pure
That birds again will fly

Moonlight steams through window panes
Spilling over my books and floor
Laying herself upon my bed,
She paints in silver on my door.

Her fingers brush my dusty shelves
Her winter eyes a-glow:
And when the night air rushes in,
She fills my mouth with snow

I crave that which I should not consider
It is no measure of my ability ;
Except, perhaps, the fragility of my heart.
On a whim, I could feel that warm embrace
At once so near and yet so far apart
But no! my life's path leads me away from her temptation
I am resolute.
And yet..
My mind often travels to when we met
Two beings aloof and opposed -
Until the damning touch
Of soft velvet

It would be easy for me
To be a princess on Halloween;
I would don my housecoat and jewels,
Paint my face and pretend,
Twirling, through the night of dead wishes
And cling to the dear transience,
Dreaming that it could last.

The silver moon sighs,
Softly darkening skies,
Trapped in her crystal net;

The sun parades on
With a sapphire yawn,
Chasing his sweet Juliette

Tensions settle, stir
Slewing ink air into a blur
In the miraculous concord
Before the storm;
Ice hot and warm.

Lights in the skies glint
Not quite menacing, but a hint
In a grimacing, starry light
Mars is bright tonight.
Its bright, *tonight

To my love, who rests unwell
I send you love, I cast my spell
To weave sweet waters from the deep
I'll smooth the worries from your sleep
Let the darkness be my arms
Have faith in me, to ward off harms
So lay your weary self in bed
And let sweet dreams fill your head
If you lie in heaven or hell,
I'll tend you gently, I'll love you well

Oh don't you see
The people zoo,
With pres'dents and paupers
Oh my!
With some that run, and some that crawl
And even those who fly!

A new way
A new look
Its not the same
A wonderful change
And here to stay
So why not say
How beautiful it is
And will be.

History wasn't made
By people who were the same
They were all born different
And lived through the pain
To the gain.

Pave your own way
No matter what they do
'Cause nothing can deter
You beautiful you (:

The shrine for the unknown god,
Whomever it may be

Standing in light
Cast by day
Tiptoe through shadows
Which connect anyway.
The sun is so bright
It corrodes away;
And I'm healed by night,
Cool layers of gray

And in the winter,
While she was still small and cold
I watched the sun rise to meet me, her smile
Softening the frost in my soul
.
And now sweet summer heat
Begins to bear down with heavy hand
I go out to meet her once more
At dawn, now twice the journey -
I rise early to watch her unfolding flower
And yet still the same tender light does shine
In that fragile hour

Golden Sunlight unfolds herself from the cracks of the frozen earth
Like silk, her fingers warm and soft against my cheek

She stands herself gracefully from among the glittering frost,
Tending to the falling and calling for the lost

She softens the scrape of black trees against the thin skin of the sky
And offers forgiveness from the endless nightly cry