If you are good, you'll go to heaven.
At least that is what so many humans say.
Talking of golden streets,
no more tears,
eternal love,
and angels.
I don't want to go to heaven when I die.
I want to bring heaven to earth while I'm alive.
Who will help Me?

I have crawled through this world
seeking only love
reduced to a worm
empty hearted
afraid of nothing
except to die this way.

Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again,
nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain.
The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain
or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.

When I think of  life , I think of the dead,
when I think of black, I think shades of white,
when I think of good, I think of evil,
when I think of  dark , I think of morning light.

When I think of  tears, I think of a smile,
when I think of  love, I think of human hate,
when I think of  work, I think of play,
when I think of  hell, I think of heavens gate.

When I think of God, I think of God.

I can repair what you have done to my spirit,,
shattering it’s fragile essence of belief.
I can repair what you have done do my very soul
misleading it into burning fires.
I can repair what you have done to my minds thoughts,
Leaving an impression lies.
What I cannot repair is your self character,
an illusion I held, till now.

Realization enters
when answering life questions
I ,you, do not know.

Whispering night wind
evoking dreams on my soul
terrorizing sleep

If you are what you eat,
Then I’m sugary sweet.
From my head to my feet
I’m a candy dish treat.

My pictures never look like me
Is that what other people see?
Delete my photos….Delete them now
It’s an image I can’t recognize
Why don’t they show my spirit inside?

Deceiver, desiring only to ensnare another, in webs of selfishness.
Thief,  lurking , luring innocent  victims into the pit of darkness.
Murderer , robber,  you smile believing to have conquered any doubt with lies thicker than honey.
Priceless moments of life led astray by trickery , laid upon chambers of the innocent heart
Slowly, slowly,  murderous betrayer, fulfilling an ego with self love that will forever be unsatisfied.
Experienced trappers should be aware, not to allow their feet to stumble in a trap set for others.
Wickedness befriending the liar, balance the scales, ravenously tearing breathing flesh from their bones.
Till nothing is left , nothing, but the shell of  insatiable unrighteousness

Gazing over the bridge
ready to leap
falling into eternity.

Peaceful waters below
will rock my soul
but I just keep walking along.

Where is the human race going?
North
South
East
West
Compass, pointing direction.
Azimuth, meeting pathways.
Until the way back home is discovered in the center of compassion.

‎"Please don't swat me", said the fly.
"My guts will squish and then I'll die.
I know that I can be quite a pest, but is that any way to treat your guest?
I'm content to dine on tasty leftovers in your home, rather than eating in garbage cans all alone.
Next time I joyfully buzz round and round your head,
please ,buzz buzz with me instead of swatting me dead!"

In giving a gift,
expect nothing in return,
or you place a value upon your own soul.
In giving a gift,
harbor no motive,
or your gift becomes a bribe.
In giving a gift,
give without reason,
or obligations snare is baited.
In giving a gift,
forget you are giving,
or you will not recognize thankfulness.

I am a genie
I M A GINE
Born
I am an image
IMAGINE
God's reflection
I am a magi
I M A MAGI
Magic
I am age
I M AGE
Eternity
Born, God's reflection, magic, eternal,....just imagine!

I love how you argue,
I love how you fight,
I love how you believe, that it's you who is right.

I love how you judge,
I love how you lie,
I love how you find, hiding places in your pride.

I love how you measure,
I love how you turn away,
I love how you made me , invisible today.

I love giving you,
freedom to be,
without losing essence of that which is me.

New York penthouse
room service
french perfume
satin sheets
gold etched dinnerware
sixty-one pairs of high heeled shoes
diamond earrings
crystal goblets
antique art
picturesque window view
of the homeless on the streets below.

Past, present, future,
living in the now.
Past, present , future,
are all the same somehow.

As a child I played in the backyard naked
skipping with green crickets
giggling when rain tickled my nose
splashing in ***** mud puddles
imagining flying on fluffy clouds
inviting strangers to join in my happiness.
Then an adult yelled at me saying,
" crickets will bite you,
rain causes colds,
no one likes a ***** child,
people can't fly,
and strangers aren't to be trusted."
Adults don't always know the truth,
fifty- eight years later I am still a child.

Running to your arms
safety surrounded me
at three years old

Running to your arms
protection surrounded me
at sixteen years old

Running to your arms
heartbreak crushing me
at twenty-one years old

Becoming a woman I could see
my hero you  is mentally ill
delusional paranoid dad

I never knew
till
I grew-up