Here I sit
Upon this old rustic wood
Gazing upon her untouched shore
Her wind softly kisses me
And caresses my back
Her tears fall as cracked brown spotted leaves
Making way for fresh green feelings in spring
It’s quiet here
With just her and I
Nobody says a word
Yet I can hear her contently sigh
She greets me with her shiny bright eye
And whispers
Welcome home

My mind emerges from the muck of dream
Sheen of crust and blurry view

In my mind you loom

In my dreams you sing your tune.

Step, clomp, foot, stomp

Off these laces
Pull these wagons
Heft these towers
Lay their power

Dream of vistas green and new
Untouched where?
there I see you

Log cabin of Linking Logs
Cobble our souls and roll them in stones
Heat our hearths and steam our schemes
Give us that leftover dream

But flags wave in every breeze
There is no land for my free

And that farm on the brook
I dream of maintenance
Will fall as quick
into this reapere

to pull the gift of life from dying soil
And play that I can have paradise
on earth

With iron ore
and sweat of toil

I will build a walled garden
to respect the rest
and tell myself

To keep dreaming.

A Mother’s Love
Can get me by
On sunny days
On days I want to cry
She soothes my soul
From wrath and tears
I know she’ll be here
Living
Among the years
A rose
Amongst the thorns
So beautiful is she
Since Before I was Born
When my soul gently weeps
Deep within
This corridor
Within these walls
Of night
I see a light beam forth
It is She
Shining Bright!

Who taught without speaking,
spoke softer than sleeping?
Who tucked-in dreams of lost others,
sifted and sorted the meaning of “brothers?”
Blessed every heaven-and-earthly bed
crowded with sheets, and
sounded-out the spelling of “wrinkles” for weeks.
Who would have guessed
it was all just a Goddess doing Her best?
But if it were a riddle, Who would have guessed?
Her last words haven’t found us yet.

The Grass Was Green
Back When The Air Was Clean
        Now It's Dull
        It's Uniqueness Null
        The Chem trails ****
The Grasses and Hills
         Faded Grass
Representing Our Past
A Clean Nation
With No Radiation
         Now We Happily **** The Earth
Our Stay only Curt
         Goodbye Mother Earth
I'm So Sorry It Hurts
One Day The Grass Will Be Green
         When The Human Plague Recedes...
The Grass Will Be Green
And The Oceans Be Clean
          When We Humans Die
          Maybe Mass Genocide?
          Our History Is A Crime
Please Forgive us Mother Earth
           For You were the one that we,
Hurt...