Reap what you sow
life and karma share traits
Be kind, we're all soulmates

Ice holdouts. fully receded
morning rain, moistened dusty air
puffs of silver, slowly pass by
as brown mounds, stretch, and come alive

losing trains of thought
whistles blow as they pass through
stuck at the station

wandering along rutted cobblestoned roads
wondering if they wandered along
thinking on the same things
I wonder on

freedom sings
through barb wired scenes
imprisoning

Crickets warm up at summer dusk
the breeze cools the fire baked crust
spanish moss begins to wake

similar skies
familiar highs
strange new eyes

race to end
not needing to run
lifes' that way

I saw my future that I did not like
Because of my past I did not prefer
I changed my future I did not want
By being present in thinking for a moment

puppy eyes sad, marbled brown
Sorrow of the world, laid out, down
Sorry buddy, pops is tired

Fifteen isn’t a lot
seems like forever ago
impossible odds
that miraculous first gaze
time flies but butterflies soar

Twisted words you made me say
Shady back door behavior played
Messed up feelings led to all out war
Total loss of any clear rationale thought
Coming unglued and exploding rage
Only one person could drive me this mad,
You
The only reason worth all that pain
You
now comes the time for the making up

mornings, I stare eagerly, east
evenings, I look longingly, west
you never come

all scramble below
for certain preparation
from crimson hued skies

men have gone insane
defining it, just nature
they say,  God just sighs

kaleidoscope skies
hues morph before awe struck eyes
flashing trails miles high

sea salt caramel
every time the breeze is right
tasting ocean, again

we took the hard road
breaking down as we crept on
towards easy street

from mirror to phone
spending ages staring alone
life long love affair

sprung from murky depths
bursting through in their pure white
perfect in rebirth

yesterdays bounty
harvested dreams rot away
tomorrows famine

Moved to tears and smiles
Watching their first timid steps
Into a great wide world

looming light
soft silence remains
shadows still

Nowhere going fast
always steps behind the crowds
Life at my own pace

Entrapped me, bottomless
abundant swirling loving
so freely adrift
lost in your endless abyss
easily happily ensnared

each precious moment
flashing through my mindful view
as though heaven sent

in over my head
bit off more then I can chew
deep end feeling blues

I saw that dead flower in your box
The one with your memories stored
The silly poems I would right, when alone
Your mothers rings, your daddy's gold
The letters read, re-read, time and time again
It was in that box, from a place I've never been
What memories does it hold, alone, of when
I imagine you, before me, when I look within

Spring life
Summer songs
Fall art
Winter winds
Just words tied to a season
to emit a feeling
These are all around  all the time
Waiting for the word engineer to pick'em
Accordingly to his feelings in his heart
Poetry a truly magical art

cold whisper
froze this beating heart
until spring