Even amidst all the chaos, stars are born on the rise. Let's hang our bedsheets of jealousy out to dry.
Bask in the Lunar glow of night sky. Reflected dreams shine amongst the will of the fight.
Follow the winding trails of hope, for she's always the test. Best you learn to fear stupidity, as it burns through the nest.
Surely you jest! **** the selfish gesture from heartless chest. Crested Swallows fly down to get rid of your pest.
Blessed be the people, the worst AND the best. Flourish in broad daylight and ingest the nourishment of our plight.
The night owls watch from their perch, then take off on a flight. They're wisdom may be the wisest of the avian kingdom.
Pray to your God to not give up on your way. Sway not from true freedom, these poems are the iridescent rainbow spray.
Splayed and flayed magically out for the eyes of the next child that stays. Days turn to nights, and nights into days.
You eat your Doritos and I'll eat my Lays. We'll cleverly act out our plays. Mend the space of fabric that frays.
We'll tend to bend time to our ways. These rhymes speak louder than illusive money in May.
We'll mold our creations from enkindled passion flames, shaped from warm clay.
Cows moo away and eat grass, while horses nicker and neigh.
Our actions speak louder than our poems do. Live on, cause dark turns to light, and night turns to day.

She can find freedom here.
She can be happy here.
She wishes to stay forever here.

Galloping, cantering, chaotically awry.
Flying as one, two beings, seamless lines.
She can find freedom here.

The sun slips gently from the sky.
Her fingers tangled in copper mane.
She wishes to stay forever here.

A whinny, a nicker, a smile as she cries.
She loves what this means to her.
She can find freedom here.

She talks to him, because his eyes don’t lie.
Ears swept forward, and those gentle honey eyes.
She wishes to stay forever here.

Twelve hundred pounds of unbridled energy.
He’s her biggest, closest friend.
She can find freedom here.

The moon was almost a quarter til
when the cow didn't quite jump the moon
The little boy turned blue
when the cow became roadkill

Jack called Jill
Have you heard the news
Yes she said
It's all over Pox on chanel two

Little Bo go peek who loved to fleece his sheep
Was distraught about
the loss of Bovine

From the earliest dates
they were constant mates
Even gave him
the nickname of Quackers

But now he was gone
Left without a moo of a word
And his nicker was left
without a stacker

But Ole McDonald's was elelated
for it was beef patties on two sesame seed buns
Just as it had been designated

How sick and disgusting !
Said the little girl
with the red riding hood
For she was a vegetarian

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
I'm easy to deceive,
But I always believe,
In my dreams,

I am clever and bright,
I never fight,
I'm not always right,
About life,

I see far ahead,
Pictures in my head,
Me laying on my bed,
I have made,

I am optimistic,
Quite simplistic,
Somewhat idealistic,
On my path,

My heart is a drummer,
My soul a long summer,
My brain is a ******,
For  good choices,

My blood runs quicker,
Than the finest of liquor,
Than one million nicker,
But really,

I'm nothing so special,
Like white platinum metal,
But I'll happily settle,
To be me.

Little shadow
         harked madam

a bird who wears her wings
only as wardrobe
  (though she dreams
   in fits
of infantasy)

  dusty in her bedroom
in trust to her headspace
      an attic dweller

    home school tutored
a burden to her wellspring
   and buried to her title

                      averted
         feet behind the curtain
little shadow
         with the unclaimed
the name of
            Elizabeth

               **

         A foe in the night
an aviary of the berserk :
          vocal nicker
and disputes at high frenzy
  lend from her garret

uneasy on the household
coughing up all of the family
  cussing from their berths

the awoken
shamble and mumble in the hallway
  move in a broken thread up to her attic
   they’ll crack open her privacy
     and find her fast out on the bedding

you can’t spell that to her ghost
        in Elizabeth’s sleep
    it’s sprung from its host

a living haunting
a messed up devotion
  expresses itself on the family
   enforces itself emotionally

the hallways are trailed
    with dried flowers
   and stinging nettles

don’t tread the halls at night
without a pair of slippers

In the eyes of horses
Memories spiral as stars
Of remote skies with
Every bat of their lashes
Stardust realms appear and
I'm lost to the intense
Beauty of that instant--
That millisecond
Of perfection over naturally
Deep set orbits:
        So soft and so gentle,
        So mild and so calm,
        So wise and so clear,
        So wild and so tame,
        So lovely and so wonderful,
        So full and so bright.

In the eyes of horses
Wet glistening radiance
Dances with heartbeats,
Love seeping into soul
Every nicker, neigh, and nuzzle
A pulsar of vibrant life:
        Captivating me,
        Tempting me,
        Engaging me,
        Reflecting me,
        Melting me,
       And evaporating me.

In the eyes of horses
Silently in dark paths of
Secret places and spheroidal bodies
Flattened behind a sweet
Abyss--endless depths and
Fathomless pools of innocence--
Of colored irises pure
Against the full ink darkness
Of elliptic pupil black holes:
        Shades of dawn,
        Shades of dusk,
        Ambers,
        Chocolates,
        Blues,
        ­And greys.

In the eyes of horses
Burnished moonbeams
Ripple on mirrored lakes
Swirling liquefied
Rays of galaxies and
Constellations circling
An eclipse echoing distant
Stars breaking:
        Earthen and warm,
        Hearth and home,
        Embrace and hold,
        Defend and protect.

In the eyes of horses
Where all of space seems to rest
Retinas burn a shining light
Brightening my dark mattered
Skies night and day
Are lost amongst the cosmic fray:
        Love galaxies,
        Vast, deep, complex
        Hope stars,
        Beauty, grace, blessing
        Miracle universes,
        Strong, brave, valor.

In the eyes of horses,
Collapsing and fading out
With the rise and fall
Of lidded blinks
Reaching desperately
Holding mane intertwined
Intricate stories lace passing
In tendrils between fingertips
My soul search is complete:
        Feel me
        Fill me
        Swallow me
        Lost me
        Found me.