What is life with no risk?
What is death with no miss?
What are games if not tricks?
I idle my way through,
at the thought of losing you,
for a sailboat and a room for two.

What is love without trust?
What is *** without lust?
What is crime without bust?
The rabbit fell down
the hole on her crown
and wonders where to go now.

Is a toy not for fun?
Is true love not a gun?
Are adventures just a run?
I swam past the seas
of Adam's forsaken tree
and I knew it was for me.

Does one go insane,
when tooling with the shame
of losing one for fame?
I couldn't look the other way
when casting out a slay,
just for another day.

So, is happiness ever wrong?
Could you ever mumble a song?
Does adventure hide along
the bays as I am distant?
Could I ever leave,
or will I never risk it?

For, when I would return,
my soul would be quite different,
but still, the same as now,
for life already kissed it.
I could never wrong,
for wronging is an instant,
that vanishes with smiles
and flowers after ****** in.

Mr. Frost lied about the roads,
it doesn't matter which way you go,
as long as you walk,
you'll get where you end up.
As long as you drink,
you still have a cup.

Can a gain make up for a loss?
Can love be labeled by cost?
Is freedom a myth in a shoe?
Is time a land and a view?

He sees my eyes beyond,
but the pressure is too high.
I see the world beyond,
but cannot reach the sky.

Chain me.
Release --
for the chains, they came from me,
as I let you kiss my cheek,
and love, it makes me weak.

New light is what I seek,
but darkness hovers
where love is weak.
Even true love, at that...
I should have known,
but now I see:
darkness chases after me;
as does light in the darkest days,
as does clarity in the haze.

Do weigh the pros and cons,
but in your heart you know,
even with the odds,
you see which way to go...

I looked up at the stars
from the bay

and the light absorbed
all my dismay

the smell of the waves
and the flickering shine

were something only
so divine

a long-owed flashback
with tendencies

to recall the world
befriending me

a long forgotten
sort of thing

but now I could hear
the echoes ring

the sound of
all my childish passions

had been so strewn
in social fashions

but the stride of my
young hippocampus

remembered something
like Atlantis

a land so magically
far far away

something strong
with different ways

the death of a star
from millions of miles

I sat and stared
just for a while

then wondered
what Earth may look like

to someone else
in a different life

so far away
in a different time

a small white dot
in an endless chime

a pair of eyes
possibly glancing

back at me
as if we were dancing

together as one
in harmony

performing just what
karma needs

from separate worlds
and separate breeze

connected by
the soul intrigued

in a breadth of air
and a solar stream

I come back down
and see my feet

a simple girl
with simple needs

but as I walk
right down the beach

I glance back up
and lose my speech

dreams adrift
that go unnoticed

the stars bring back
and make me focus

without a beach
there'd be no dream

without a thought
there'd be no seem

a seagull's chirp
and other things

all bring me back
to what I need

and as I wonder
and life continues

I take myself
to different venues

and as the waves
keep crashing in

I smile for all
that is within

When the curtain falls,
it leaves a path of energy.

When I leave your room
I feel the synergy.

I could never ignore
feelings that enter me,

so I will end with saying:
we are infinity.

I'd never live with an antique fool,
but I'd lie in his bed for an hour or two,
and I'd comfort his skin
with my silky youth.

My Husband would never understand;
he does not know the definition of love,
and neither do you, I bet.
But I know.

I will tell him what could have happened
in the old man's chamber,
or what may have occurred in the young girl's bathroom,
but it would not matter.

For, it did not happen.
If it had, my Husband would be furious.
Unforgiving; our marriage would be tarnished --
over what could have been two eventful nights,

But no! No, this is wrong.
How could I--- What could I have done?
To love one for a century,
with no hopes of touching another soul.

No hopes of flightful risk
that should be no risk,
or care that seems careless.
That couldn't be love, now could it?

I know Love is not a cage,
though we make it that way.
It is like a flower in a vase;
so beautiful and possessed.

Then it dies. In that same water it started in.
But I could show you
something free.
No Death. No Possess.

That's love: Freedom.
No being afraid
of exposing the truth;
no hiding of the Longings.

Only Truth & Freedom.
What do you long for? Would she approve? Would he?
Does she tie you up at night
so you cannot move to another's bed?

In Fear that you may never return...
How pitiful, a love so weak;
a love so unworthy of its own
Name.

He's mine. He's mine.
He's only Mine.
How Selfish.
That is no love I know of.

Love is no cage!
Love is no rage!
Love is not a Bible and a slay!
It is not what we have made it today.

He will never know.
My Husband, whom I love most.
I would never restrict,
I would never cry

for something that makes him joyful
could never rouse my anger.
No anger in my love --- Freedom.
No judgements of lusts --- common.

We can live in a lightened lie,
or think of false definitions,
but the Truth is clear;
Love is to be spread...

Throughout one's life,
one cannot be frozen in time;
Love does not Freeze,
Love creates ease.

Drowned between songs of
Fall & Spring;
Silent.
Not learning a thing,
No spite,
No fright,
Only eye and night.
'Til I wake,
I ask:
O Please
O Please
I Say nothing,
Still.
Summer, I beg,
O Please
No pollen on thy nose;
empty lines of prose...
O How
did it 'appen?
I didn't even see
Nothing.
But 'ere it is,
eerie as it is,
I stand
after a long crawl,
but no expected sun
awaits me.

First, I looked to the sky and I saw all the stars;
there they slept; I saw them;

Then, I felt the wind breezing by;
there it moved; I felt it;

After, a leaf fell from a tree and almost touched by face;
there it fell; I sensed it;

Finally, I went to the steam and noticed its movement;
there it moved; I watched it;

In the end, I looked in the mirror and saw myself;
there I stood; I reflected;

After the end, I wrote a poem about all the life around me;
there it was; within me.

In the afterlife, I taught some folk about what I learned;
there they were; listening;

During that time, they began to question what I said;
there they were; the questions;

During the questions, things became torn and skewed;
Life was no longer within the stars,
no longer in the breeze or the trees, or even the stream,
and definitely no longer within myself;
they had taken it outside, while I was inside.

After the questioning, all the life had vanished,
and these things became nouns;
still-life.

After the answering, all the questions disappeared,
and they only saw the answers;
definite.

After memorizing the answers, nothing else seemed to matter,
and no one paid attention to what I had to say;
my teachings were no longer relevant.

Before calling me a liar, they took what I told and made it something new.

After calling me a liar, I screamed, "No! No! That's you!"

But later, no one believed me.

Stars were just stars.
Trees were just trees.
Streams were just streams.
Leaves, just leaves.

I never wanted to be the flower,
always waiting,
never knowing

I always wanted to be the pollen,
floating across lands,
always going

I guess that is the difference
between you and me

But whether flower or pollen,
we are both seed