little thumb suckers
moms knack of making us men
feel like tiny boys
being punished for bad deeds
moms will, never forsaken

we all stop out there
the very end of the line
walk an honest path

Hermit ***** new digs
Rattlers shiny new diamonds
We all want new looks

Sincere thoughts collected
Shared in our souls highway connected
Love Across all the oceans

Streaks of white part the hills
a misty sun struggles to shine through
Alaska chooses to hit the snooze

brexit really works
reference in history
boston tea party

What else? If she can fake a smile?

our intersection
not roads but space in time kind
our little big bang

sugar glide
seeking sweet nectar
nighttime raid

time lost without you
precious moments never had
seasons of love gone

looking over me
running away from myself
seeing where I'll be

saw this cross last night
safely sleeping in my bed
God's little blessings

the stars are gazing
glaring in lustful silence
wishing they were us

sitting here thinking
reflecting off potters marsh
swan couple dancing
alaska's springtime love in
promising hope for new life

Mercury on a flat surface
eludes my thoughts, evades
my dreams on a page

she's a shredder
mindlessly rip you apart
crazy wood chipper

sunlight gains no more
on other side of midnight
darkness approaches

I climbed this high peak
To get above the deep clouds
Heaven still eludes me

their mirrors' broken
as suffocating smoke clears
Satan's Synagogue
our savior warned years ago
greedy money lenders must go

crazy life cycles
always throwing hay makers
took my shining star
shaded her heaven sent light
dimmed her, she still glows

tourniquet tightens,
cutting valuable supply
can’t stop, my head throbs
watching you come in the room
lighting it up, strolling by

Floating to take root
The lions tooth on dragons breath
An elegant dance

final phase in life
one last stage, the sage within
concluding season

new life flutters down
gently morning winds carry
to awaiting dew

time lapses
old memories fade
as sun sets

my conscience went streaming by
in the mouth of a giant king salmon
the sheer audacity in eating my fly
consumed with fresh squeezed lemon

the worst in rising up
is the coming down
and never ascending again

The river currents heart
beats to the salmon tails
as both must keep time

River overflow
Pools corral the helpless
The hungry birds gather

If life were a wave destined
to crash upon it's own rocky heart
then where does life crest or where does it start
With that ripple made from a drop of your tear
that caused this rocky heart of fear