Inside all the nook's
And crannies------
I got lost between
A blare uncanny.
A glare streaked
My hair nothing
Would compare
To
This deal of furtune.
A wheel of hot and
Scorching
Flame.    I'd never be the same
Inside the cavity I found myself
Dying, drowning, burning, skin
In flame, eyes were mourning.
Weeping to the crys of other Cry's.
I didint believe at once I was deceived,
Following the educational books from
Mankind. This place was horripilante!
I dreaded with angst, no sidewalks here
Or moons to spare, no money, no malls
Amor, or banks. I scrabbled next to the
corral, and the horde of the horrid, my
Tongue wanted just one drop of water
To pour in. Ayúdame Dios came spewing
From my teeth. Than that's when I awoke
From the hell binding dream. After awaking
Hell all went away, but at the moment I awoke,
I started to choke, thinking today I'll do better,
Today I'll turn to Dios,
If this is my
Last day.

Your kindness
a sunflower
whose many seeds
sustain the sparrow's
song of joy
and rest assured
do gorgeously
germinate in
thin-hulled souls
the soil is ripe
love yearns
to be reborn.

the ring that ruled
before dawn and day,
o'er summer & an old sun
with its shafts of remebrance;

shall it remain in middle-earth
and the Dark Lord will feed upon all that is green;
shall it become fire from the mountain
and fair lairs will tremble with the wind of age.

but what is to be must be;
all we have left is what we always had:
the power of a single day that is given to us -
one road to fulfill, to live, and to love.

Falling leaves hurry to gather
at one worn headstone after another
like a funeral party uncertain where
lies the lost loved one it grieves;;

Time and wind tug on the memory
left in this absent minded cemetery
no one comes visit but weather and me
and the dead lying under the trees

have stories nobody can read.

your hardest days
are the ones you really feel alive.

to be deprived of challenge
in exchange for a comfortable life
can seem a reasonable thought,

but it doesn't make for a much interesting story,
and life without stories to tell is no life at all.

so let the rain fall in your face, once in a while,
and go to nowhere, see where it's at,
and maybe on your way back
you'll find that the rain doesn't bother you anymore,
and that maybe that's because of the new you.