I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Spectacles of repose so grand,
Summer floral perfumes,
Velvet pastures for rooms,
Eternal light so divine,
Ambrosia, sweeter than wine,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Gnarled, old but natural,
Her songs, hymns so musical,
Her life well spent, faithful,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her dreams came true, that's grand,
Souls in repose, in Summerland,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Yes,  I recall our Grandma's hands.

A new face emerges bearing the name of a familiar flower
A soul unlike any other
One I swear I'd seen in a fantasy
A vision of a brighter day
We chase the same dream
While dancing through the same hardships

Our greedy worlds take most of our time
Just so we can a way to get by
Until a better dawn arises

In the time that passes till that day
I long to see her face
We speak in our freedoms
Trying to piece together a painting of the future
When the stroke of each brush are worlds apart

It almost feel like I've made contact with another world
Yet the distance isn't so far
With each word
A more beautiful woman appears from the heavens

I thought I felt something like this before
But this is something new
And driving me to insanity
The summer winds push my head further into the clouds
The world already knew my words
But she brings out more that lay dormant inside me

Words in poems
Notes from my old guitar
Entire new stories to piece together a new world
It all is emerging with each heartbeat I spend with her on my mind
Yet she seems worlds away

The starlight in the heavens at night give me hope
For a way to better target my path to take
She may be worlds away
But I've always wanted to travel through space

This is new for me
To want to meet someone this much
At this point
I would not care what she looks like
Because with just a few words she was already the most beautiful to me

This is new
This is rare
This is something extraordinary.

Deep blue skies line the plains of a hometown
A blanket of color draping the green and brown vegetation
on the planes of my dwelling.
The streets appear as long veins feeding the heart of the city
with travelers and businessmen that help to keep the vision alive.
The clouds in the sky form messages of promise
to this "Land of the Free.."
I take in a breath of fresh air and smile.
Red and white
Blue and starlit....
Our Flag rattles high in the days
As a beacon of light to welcome others to join "freedom."
The sounds of geese flocking in artistic formation depicts their story
Of travel and experience. Accomplishments.
A welcome of their voiced instructions to be safe in travel
embed a message of hope in my mind
As the huge ball of light, that is the sun, dips down into
a pocket of invisibility...as the moon smiles and exclaims
"Welcome to the Promise Lands of America."

If you want one last piece of advice, here it is. When you think life ***** too much, wrap yourself in stories. Don't disillusion yourself with lies about your own life and try to warp reality because you cannot. But wrap yourself up in the stories of others, other times, and other lands. Just don't become so obsessed with them like I have. Don't begin to prefer them to your life all the time because that will only worsen your life and make you forget that you have your own stories to create and adventures to go on.

-L.B.

P1
There once was a guy
Who once had a guild
And that guild was built
With seventy head

That guy once guided his guild
Where grey lands were filled and built
He held down his sword and belt
Screaming out loud while moving his head
"Where gold is we land and dig"
"Where glory is we put our head"

There once were guides
Who helped that guild
Finding grey lands
That filled and built

One guild guy had wrote and read
His name was "Chiny Chem Ded"
Other guild guide was in the lead
Where war is you hear " Belly Den Deed "