I am a supreme
Light framed being
Who leaves ferrari's
In the dust
I am sorry for your
Jealousy as I am
Totally terrific
And love wearing
My fabulous coat
Fiercely independent I
Imprint the air with
My personal spots
My proud individuality

Nothing out of reach
I wait for something to inspire
As I hunt lightly
Positioning intelligently
And quickly
Pads on fire
I grab the ground
As I grip the world
With the sharpest claw
As evolving and revolving
Forces compel me with desire

My vibrant cells flicker
Waiting for the right trigger
Spinning and twisting
They collapse into air
As I rush and rush
chasing and chasing
My focus still like stone
Lands lightly like a feather
As I am clear as
Diamond or glass
Empty of thoughts I am a tunnel
The wind blows through
As I run and run

Soft and agile
I can quickly change
Direction or pace
Perfect balance my
Tail acts as a fulcrum
It is as though a
Silver thread was attached
From high up in heaven
Moving on an electric circuit
I am lightning through the air

Stretching like elastic
Expanding into spaces
I become a mile long
Reaching and Reaching
Into proud new places
Slipping through the air
As though someone
Had oiled my hair
I slide weightless
Air born on ice skates
As I catch my hare

With her swiftness
We find she lifts us
With her fire we catch desire

A coarse, yellow coat with dark spot aplenty
Lean as a greyhound with limb long and lengthy,
Faster than hare from a cold standing start
Impossibly glimpsed in tall grasses that part.
Crystaline jewels in two huge hazel eyes
With the svelt of a feline’s cold killing surprise,
Explosively quick with an elegant gait
And a murderous jaw full of canines that wait
For a fleeing gazelle or a springbok at speed
Then a launch that would emulate bullet, when freed.
Incredibly smooth with a fast loping stride
That would tax any racehorse an envious ride,
Snapping manouvers to left and to right
That mirror a quarry’s evasions of flight.
A blur in a frantic explosion of dust
Then the life blood erupts, splashing red as the rust.

Heaving great flanks after thrill of the chase
Wide open muzzle and gore on the face,
Guarding the game till the kittens locate
Then the spoils of the chase will make portions dictate.*


Marshalg
Serengetti Plain
Central Africa
30 November 2012

You are so worth going through Hell for because he will be rewarded twenty times his sufferings, for being true to you and loving only you
with a passion that can burn a volcano to cinders. "Yes, Yes, In turn, when I am convinced of that love, he will finally know what paradise feels like."
"He will realize all the others that he felt were so good, moved so good, looked so good, made him feel so on top of it all, was only just step one
of the 20 steps I can take him to, if I so choose."  "So far, I have not taken anyone to the twentieth step yet.  What a shame, what a loss, never to
really know that in the end, I am everything they could ever imagine they wanted or needed."  "It is sad that a man is only as faithful as his options."
"He turns away ecstasy himself, for maybe, if he is lucky, one hour of sweaty, soon to forget, body pounding, while being silently judged on a scale of 1 to 10
his ability to service the shallow, money grubbing, dead *****, that he so thought he needed instead of 20 steps to heaven forever."  Someday I know
there will be a Man, a Man of morals, of a soft, slow touch, one that did not need to prove himself in many beds, one that just knew and then so did I. I will
stand on the twentieth step, looking full into that man's face and he will be looking into my eyes of green, we will smile because we both took each other to the
Twentieth Step.

You and I have been us so long
That's all I know how to do
But since you said goodbye, I'm gone
I'm having to learn something new

I'm too old to go back to school
If you must know the truth
This is the hardest thing I've ever done
Learning how to un-love you

Falling head over heals was the easy part
It's all I ever wanted to do
Love with you was a work of art
With the lines drawn out so smooth

Not sure I would have started this
In hindsight if I knew
How hard it'd be to study this
Learning how to un-love you

That's it I've had it
Tired of being ignored with a wink on the side
I'm tired of being told what old men should do
Going to start taking life on the flea..or is that the fly

I'm going to hit the streets of the city
And be known as that cool guy that raps
After I add a tad bit more Poligrip
So my dentures can get down with that

I'll get me a ball cap and turn it sideways
My pants already hang down past my crack
I'll even learn the latest catch phrase
Like, Hey dude..what's up wit dat?!

Think I'll even rhinestone my walker
For that little extra bling, bling
They'll say check out that crazy rapper daddy-o
Man that cat can really swing

I'll keep the lyrics clean like I do my diaper
That's why I bring my nursie with me
After all she's a wonderful wiper
Don't worry I pay the extra wiping fee

I'll also get her to hold up the cue cards
Since my memory over the years has waned
No longer to be known as that old white *******
Beating JZ at his own game

I'll get jiggy with it every chance I get
As I fizizzile my way to the top
I'll be bigger than that guy with the candy name
That young whipper snapper will melt in the hands of this rapping GrandPop

Yes, we are planning a baby
A baby most wanted.
I have it all planned
So this is how it will go.

I will have my boy, named Sam
He will be first
He will have red hair and freckles
Oh Sam, you will be so cute!

Later on my little girl will come
She will be beautiful
And Sam will always protect her
Like a big brother should.

The day has come, I am pregnant!
I am so happy, Sam is on his way.
Four months of morning sickness
Has put a doubt in my mind.

What have I done, well can’t back out now!
Will I know what to do?
I have never been schooled on raising a child.
A red headed, always in trouble, Sam.

Oh!  What was that? A pressure, a pain.
It’s here, two weeks late, my little Sam.
Eighteen hours later
I’m pushing, one two three
He is out!

Wait a minute! The doctor is saying a girl!
No you are confused, it’s my boy, Sam.
I open my eyes and look into my daughter’s face
As she hiccups and hiccups.
She is beautiful.

The largest green eyes you have ever seen.
The best baby you could ever wish for.
I was truly blessed on July 25, 1968
With what must be an angel.

I have my Sam, with big green eyes
And dark brown hair.
For lo and behold, one of her
Friends nicknamed her Sam
Without knowing of Sam’s story.

My daughter was the only blessing
I would have.
There hasn’t been one wish
Of a different outcome.
My daughter, Sabrina
My daughter Sam

My best friend is my daughter.
We have been through thick and thin.
I have carried her, she has carried me.
We know who to turn to in the end.

There have been trying times on both sides.
And we have been separated by anger.
We are surly in hell, for we hurt so
when we are apart.

But nothing can part us for long.
No misunderstanding, nothing anyone can say,
can destroy our bond of love and respect.
We will always come back to us.

My daughter has been blessed with compassion and forgiveness.
Not just your everyday forgiveness but one that surprises me daily.
she has a gentle nature and can be hurt easily with words.
I know, for I have been guilty in that.

It has taken me a long time to learn
to use the right words, but my love for her
keeps me on my toes.

What I am saying is, she always forgives me
and tries to teach me to do the same.
She has been strong, when I couldn’t be.
and kept us together always.

She will always be my little girl
with the big green eyes.
My love for her grows each day.
and I pray that I have given her enough
to make it someday without me.
But till then, we are together
Me and my best friend, Sam