Times like these
when the wind is whistling through my empty chest
when the recalcitrant organs within
are doubling me over
in a perfect bow, heaving me over the edge of the earth.
times like these
i remember
thousands of years past, thousands of lives lived
thousands of wretched souls prostrate at the feet of their lovers.
a shared quest until the end.
holding me up, urging me forward.
history.

you, look at me.
if you stare.
you will see.
i would never dare.
hurt her again.
i am a changed man.
im sick of making this sin.
without love theres no way i can.
tell me am i right?
do not lie.
am i wrong for this fight?
if i lose i will die.

the mangled silver
  (her humeral jousts bangled a glimmering
charming wreck)
dancing lively wrists
jouncing purposelessly
   in the havoced quarters
(the shopping mall fooded court
                                                         )
she pasted me vocally inquiries
           i'd not answer
                                        dreaming sweetly           of her most
and
             naked
    whispering

I don't mind
spending my evenings
and weekends
deciphering scrawl
and providing
inspiring words
to build your confidence
but
sometimes I wonder
if my own scratchings
can be understood

Lightning, thunder, Boom!
Flashes before your eyes.
Positive and negative charges attract.
Static electricity rushes
upwards
No turning back.
A chemistry of heat
and light.
Everything so bright.
Gone.
Gone in an instant.

I fear the man who cannot feel compassion and love.
I hate when I cannot keep myself from being angry.
I hope to God I can live my life happily, and forgive easily.
I love when the snow glitters and the waves sparkle in the sunlight.
I love how colors of paint swirl together when I touch them with a paintbrush.
     I hope for the sake of humanity that we can all learn to benefit from each other.
I hate watching sad movies and hearing depressing stories.
I fear happiness will evade me; I need to stop looking for it
And let it find me.

Mir'am! thy Love to Me as Musk Perfume;
Shimmering tresses of raven soft wave
Chasing away my melancholy gloom.
Loving spirit! Naive and yet so brave.
How oft have my arms ached to hold thee near
To my heart, protecting thee from dire harm.
Dear darling!childlike with innocent cheer.
Smitten I fall captive to feline charm.
My lips with kisses crave thy furry face;
Mesmerized as you chase a butterfly
Dancing so carefree with aerial grace,
Causing my heart to echo wistful sigh.
God grant thee health and utmost happiness
Thou precious! Who from life deserves no less!


*~Hilda~

O' elder Oak, how thou growest so old?
What ancient yarns thou could spin from each limb.
Wars, drought, what visions thine gray bark doth hold.

Ole Pennsylvanian wood, were thou sewn by him
Whose king's debt owed, founded this sovereign land.
Thine story hath gravid weight, not a tale told grim.

As a youth, thou were a knight's castle grand
Or a dark dragon with fiery breath.
High in thee boughs, thy mastered the farmland.

As years passed and our kinship reached its breadth,
Thy cannot help but to lament the time
That thou spied on thy joyous play. Now thy death
Looms long. To Heaven thine branches doth climb.