The night was damp & dark & cold and silence overcame the dwelling.
When all could be heard was the repetitious heartbeat & the thickness of fear ever swelling.

The young girl sat up straight in her bed - sweat & tears coursing streams down her face.
She couldn't call for her mother or father to help her the horrid images erase.

As she sat there the dream played reruns in her mind - the screams from a room that could not be found.
She'd opened each door to salvage her loved one, only to find herself captured and bound.

The mysterious man wore a mask on his face to hide heinous scars that lie underneath.
As he stepped from the dark he removed the veiling mask and used it as a gag so she could not breathe.

She writhed and pulled to set herself free, but to no avail the bonds only grew stronger.
She screamed at the top of her lungs for help until she could scream no longer.

He walked around her in ominous circles planning his next evil motion:
"Perhaps vicious torture, or better yet! I'll concoct a death-dealing potion."

Then he whispered damply in her ear as she cringed from the touch of his fingers
and the stench of his breath in the room overwhelmed - even now awake, in her mind the scent odiously lingers.

And after the potion was finally complete he takes creeping paces toward her.
And with each step his monotonous laugh grows louder & louder & LOUDER!

And then, as the vile touches her lips and the bitterness shocks her taste buds,
she breaks free from the villain and puts him to death and runs, but there's nowhere to run.

And she comes to the end of a long, dark hallway and begins to fall through a ravenous abyss
and then came the bottom, which is when she awoke in a cold sweat with clenched teeth & clenched fists.

© 1999

..BEAUTY visible outside and inside.
..someone who every law abides.
..not just the external display.
..what's inside - the heart we obey.
..you and me sharing the eternal prize
of everyday restoring earth to a beautiful Paradise.
..no war, no crime, no accidents or dying.
..the resurrection & the joyful tears we're crying.
..a young boy at peace with cobra, lion & sheep
..not locking our doors to due fear when we're asleep.
..black, white, young but no one old
sharing without prejudice all the treasures they hold.
..happiness we feel when we meditate
on all the blessings we receive from our God so great!

© 1999

A smile is a beautiful thing - it shows happiness, joy & love.
It makes the birds louder sing; the sun shines brighter above.

A smile is contagious - I smile, you smile, then him & her.
Its results are outrageous, a frown it can deter.

A smile has so much power.  When someone is sad it brings delight.
It's more beautiful than a flower.  It makes a gloomy day bright.

So share your smiles every day. Don't be greedy or else
your sun will turn to clouds of gray & your joy the raindrops will melt.

© 1995

When no one is there for me, where do I turn?
Why must I grovel for what I have earned?

How I seek and find you - you who always cares!
When no one else is there for me, will you still be there?

I come to you in sorrow, in anguish & in pain
hoping a solution from you I will gain.

We've been together in sadness and in joy.
I come to you because you know: the heart is not a toy.

You know when I am joking and when I am not.
When in depression I am soaking, by you my happiness is sought.

You're always there - through thick and thin.
If I had a "friend contest" you would win!

You're always there - day after day
When I have a problem, you know just what to say.

When I need someone, I turn to you
When I want to share my joy or when I'm feeling blue.

Will you always be there for me though?
If our lives go through changes, please don't go.

When no one else is there for me, will I still turn to see
your caring, loving, friendly smile loyally there just for me?

© 1998

What can be said about confusion?
What can be said to create the illusion?
When you feel love, but love is not felt.
When you give out your heat, but in return it's not dealt.
Could his heart be in seclusion?

Nobody loves without love.
It's like a gift from above.
When he loves you and yet does not know,
When your dreams come true, will it finally show.
You belong together like hand-in-glove.

Confusion - such a curious thing!
Confusion - how very bafflling!
When you love him, does he love you?
If he loves you, will he tell you?
If he tells you, will your dreams come true?
If your dreams come true, will it last through and through?
It's just too much to think about, 'cause, when you do,
you get curiously confused about your dreams and what is true.

It happened to me so many times years ago.
I met this boy who I wanted to know.
The first time I saw him, I wanted to marry.
Though I was young, this dream I did carry.
Many, many times my dream was shattered.
He loved someone else & my heart broke and scattered.
But never did my hopes grow dim -
I still believed I was going to marry "him".

Something about the look in his eye
Told me that his heart I could buy.
But before I could bring him his love for me to see,
I had to grow more confident - I had to love me.
Once in this I had succeeded
I knew I could do what else was needed:
Love him - sincerely - show him I care,
Let him know I would always be there -
In joy and in pain,
Through sunshine or rain -
Together these times we would share.

But still I am left in confusion
I wish I could clear the disillusion.
Does he love me - does he not?
Are all my efforts for naught?
One day we will have heartfelt fusion.

© 1992

The spring is one of the most mystical seasons,
You're probably wondering why.
Just give me a moment and I'll give you the reasons
for this theory that I live my life by:

First, it's in the soft cool breeze
Just warm enough to excite our senses.
And then in the scent of fresh blooms on the trees
Cause us to abate our defenses.

And the sound of beautiful birdsong
as each species takes its turn
to share with his friends that he's waited so long
for the Spring's warm sun to burn.

And the grass grows greener every day
to depict a completely ravishing display
of contrasts of colors too vast to proclaim
Some so beautiful they deserve a new name!

And the smell that the new-sprung flowers impart
a newfound emotion that seizes the heart.
And you thank the true god for the gifts from above
For providing us offerings that move us to love.

© 1991