Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

Mime me a mountain
High as Montana
Headwater's fountain
Top clad in snow.

Mime me a meadow
Lush green with lark
Holding clouds' shadows
Fast in her arms.

Mime me a time
When sweet sky was open
And slow moon could climb
Shine right through the breeze.

Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

r ~ 5/28/14

Beneath the mango tree
death turns slowly -
creaks the branches/
untouchable - the tears
hanging low above the ground -
slowly swinging - no more singing/
beneath the mango tree.

r ~ 5/30/14

but every midnight poem is about him

the brackish water
held within its murky hue
many a slippery eel

Even as I ebb away
there'll always be a time to say,
how much
I loved
your
gentle touch.
That kiss,,oh how my lips will miss
that kiss
when everything that's in me dies,
and as I ebb away
your eyes will stay with me
and I'll still say to thee
how much
I loved your
gentle touch.

Life is one big probably not
but life is the only thing we've got
and they can't take that away,
or can they?

We get wrapped up,strapped down
bounced around
like a ******* clown
and we just smile,
while
they steal away our day and as
if that's not bad enough
they
stuff us into pigeonholes
steal our souls and
do we care?
we do not,because
this life is all we've got and they
know.