well back in the day when we were young i lived in the neighbor and i had friends with names like pooky nay-nay tooky junebug big-baby stinky and jeffery man those were the good old days
the hollow black marble stare of the hartley eagle penetrate through the thick jungle tree tops to capture prey with her gigantic bone-crushing claws piercing through the skull neck and spine of the acrobatic red monkeys
the friends that we have when we live side by side but nothing to hide just bookends we take from opposite sides are the choices we make while friends give and take
Serengeti sunset the dance of life and death pauses to see her reflection in mirrored blue sky thus catch her breath And We shall hear the sound made by the Sweet sound of blue rain when we hear the storm light
God's gold is the sun the purpose the reason the giver of life the chariot of fire boldly becomes boundless the unthinkable i am sure but finally We are fulfilled the light inside of us