Man’s hair: red
specks of grey
His head was filled with big dreams,
eyes search for love
His fruit: none
dreams are dead,
purchase things,
live better:
the ways of sin-old people
with no dreamings
and no lovings
and no livings

Live loving
Love living
be dreamers!

To think the trees are all knowing
When the days roll by and soon turn into a forbidden song
Millions of multicolored angels dancing in the never ending music.
Many experience the release of their wings
But cannot comprehend the movement that is classic.
Seeming as the wishes of the guardians
Prayed upon the ground that held them on the Earth
And this graceful calling of an Anglican.
The thought of ending this miraculous dance,
And stopping on multicolored angel,
And to put a pressure on a wing without concern,
And thrust my hands and arms in the song
In front of a thousand other’s dancing grace,
In the angelic whispers of them all in their own special language.
And the wind will join in the enchanted fun
By whirling and carrying the dance and song
I have no doubt I would end by grasping none.

My pages are printed on with black ink.

I am stories of life, whether they are true or not.

The eyes of curious creatures explore my reaches.

Some are kind and take care of me,

Making sure I am on my shelf and comfortable.

While others are rough and injure my spine or dog-ear my pages.

I have done nothing to deserve this mistreatment.

I am one’s perfect story, and another’s worst.

In this hall we make our lives,
selling ideas and making jokes.
In this hall we reign supreme
making decisions for the world.

This hall has seen it all;
our triumphs, our upsets, our failures.
Unrealized dreams and broken hearts.
Fighting, arguments,
Discussions of how the world is going to hell.
Laughter, loving times, moments of friendship.

MARAH

Give me another!
Fill it to the brim!
When the heart is
empty and dour.
But remember the adage
“No holds barred”
So choose your flavor
of the hour.

Ah, ‘tis pleasing to the eye
With just a fleeting glance.
Gaze a little longer,
And you’ll fall into a trance.

A bump in the long stretch woke me
The scene beyond the glass unfamiliar
Enigmatic clumps of thick white hug the ground
Thick bristles of weed emerging
A bird swoops down
Disappearing in the hazy thickets
Surfacing moments later
Mouth laden.

I never saw that in Philadelphia
I guess this is what seeing the world feels like.

Our Ride

Dangerously exciting, yet calming to the soul
Straddle and sit with arms wrapped tightly
Wrapped not with fear, but more an embrace
Open roads and nature is our view

Wind at my face, blowing hair down my back
Blacktop rolling beneath my feet
Spring illuminates within the fragrant breeze
No map or destination to achieve

Only time and creation lead our way
Powerful and loud into the bends and twists
Along the pathway, two souls unite
Wild, yet in control masculinity exudes
Mirrored chrome so impressively reflects

Gentle touch upon my knee sends my spine a chill
Negative energies all dispelled
Angels surrounding ever so watchful
Windows to the soul wide open
Consuming God’s creation along our journey

When your life is filled with perfect days

it’s hard to pick one to call the best.

I’ve done many things in many ways,

but what day was above all the rest?

When you’ve known someone for years and years

how do you recall when you first spoke?

When you showed me truth and dried my tears

the boundaries of nights and days broke.

A warm ray of light on the skin

A fresh morning chill

A floating kiss from the ruby lips

A word of love from the depth of heart

Run, my heart, run fast

You can’t stop, rest in arms

Stopping is for the brave ones

You trembling bundle of timid love