It is another day. 

Time passes by as she stands by, 

Too slow to her dismay. 

Elegant black sheets cover her. 

With microscopic pores, 

Her bright skin shines more than ever. 

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” 

“I want to wait for her,” she says. 

And she does, like the sun. 

While saying goodbye to its rays,

The light leaves till there’s none. 

The long awaited friend is here-

Face full of many pores. 

Admiring her friend’s bright skin, 

She says, “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” 

Like love to Humanity

my need to Devour

Like honey for Insanity. 

The deer is Lying Beneath the lion

The man lies silent Beside the bear

for I stay In-Between an alliance

The emotions far too Above beware.

Love in millions of wildlife

Love caressing the fragile Universe

I observe their bitter strife

Love streaking the abyss Diverse. 

Inside dirt find Resolution

Inside regrets find Passion

Ask help to aid in my Evolution?
Inside us find Compassion -

The Earth dark -- rich and fertile--

In which she lie --Interned--

I see my breath as I speak out --

The lessons I have learned. 

Spring comes and Lightning shocks the sky--

And Rain starts soft and slow--

Through gray and grim-- I walk on by--

Placing Flowers as I go--

The Sun high in the sky-- as I

Sit slowly on this stone --

I feel her company and cry--

Knowing I am still Alone--

Fall-- leaves fall and wind blows through--

Memories of brighter days--

It's been so long-- me not with you--

I get lost in the Gaze--

And back-- the cold reminds me now--

The passing of one year--

And on and on-- I’ll go somehow--

Until my Heart is done--

A mirror white for Dawn

The sighting proving crisp and rare

Chorus of cold and calm-

The frigid white too harsh to bare

It screams a shrilling song-

To steal One’s breath a lifeless scare

The dooming dark is drawn

To give the river life to share

Perfect for waking yawns

A gift to young’s morning declared

It’s cushion safe to fawns

To sway like snow in busy air

To feel like Time is gone

The danger dark and light both wear

Image of Snow redrawn.

“Success” is the thing with branches -

That is achieved forever -

And sits there untouched without fulfillment  -

And never satisfied - ever -

And joyful - along the path - is shown -

And longing must be the passage -

That could fuel the great engine

That kept so many baggaged -

A wish to become great          

A will to thrive among the best -

And work through the setbacks -

And reach the golden crest

I’ve seen it in all people -

And across the world and sea - 

Yet - never - in concealment

It showed a purpose- for me.

Our Love-is the world’s puzzle piece,

We think it is a match

But over time the piece comes loose;

And we have to detach

While we do try to make it fit 

Can we change our pieces

And change the knob into a hole

Instead we leave a creases 

Making a million matches

None of them fit faultless

I wonder why love is so hard

Wishing our wounds salt-less

Love is a complicated piece

But through the sweet sorrow

Your other half is awaiting

That you’ll find tomorrow

but painting mine in Ink

an Ego fighting truth of none --

it replies, must we Think

a battle with no crown or throne

award -- alone, avow

the gold has lost dimension, tone

the quiet, Loud but how

the choice is clear, yet Scream and Smear

it begged you, trust your gut

to listen means to close your ear

to Weak you Speak, you Shut

the children, taught to Fight for True

ignore His gaping hole

we thought our heart, it’d fit a Shoe

the Mind erodes control

I lost part of myself

a Wound that would take Great healing,

It would soon Cure itself

I discovered Vacant colors

 Ache - a Sorrow color blue 

But as soon as I recover

Yellow - my heart will pursue

It is only time that will tell

The distance I have run

Away from the place I once fell 

Rising Slow like the sun 

The pain is carried in my heart 

No matter the days Passed 

The sky Cries when I fall apart 

But it will dry at last 

I hope the life that flashes before me is one worth watching 

I refuse to have my life represented in two dates 

I will set my legacy to be nothing less that far-fetching 

We lie here sinful, stuck in DARKNESS.

Her cry lurks...trees collapse. She’ll just BREAK.

O stones we skip, her eyes PETRIFIED.

We skip the conversation. “VERY FAKE!”

“It’s not happening.” “IDC.” Their HARSHNESS,

boils blood. She screams...nobody hears. “A SNAKE!”

Why must it be happening WORLDWIDE?

We strike her hard...often we just PAIK.

Her rays shine bright; she cries REGARDLESS.

Oh, why. Oh must we make nature ACHE?

Her rage intensified. Quakes, floods, TIDES.

APOLOGIZE! Her tears we must RAKE.

What she left behind, will be her CARCASS.

Everything we must do...for her. Her, sake...SAKE.

Alone how lost we’d be. If she died...DIED.

Why sit when I can run?

My hubris choked and tied in knots,

my wits viewed slim to none.

For all girls, I must advocate.

I stand for feminism.

A need for just I demonstrate --

show true activism.

Men watch with rage and doubt our strength

They laugh at bold courage.

But Lord, our goal at only arm’s length;

to reach, we’ll build a bridge.

Aiming high, the sun and moon we’ll reach

as with hope we are lead.

We will prevail -- prepared for the

f o r m i d a b l e 
road 
ahead.

Something I do not know

What am I really missing? Back door 

Of my Brain comes a knock

Expectant I try and see what is

There I do not know. Bring-

ing comfort or a solution quiz-

ing which would I prefer?

A solution I soon can now find

Ideas offered to me

From my brain bringing peace to my mind

Ways to find peace a lone

Exploration through my thoughts opens

Worlds I did not know lost

Rides through imagination, mind cleanse

Now, peace while I’m alone

Like my skin when I cry

Perhaps I shall begin to drown

In a sea from my eyes

It is unfair that I must rise

For something that will go

All of life will have its demise

As time can only flow

Will the leaves continue to fall

And will the branches snap?

Will my heart continue to crawl

Or will I end up trapped?

The outside may seem fine to front

Yet the roots rot away

Only a husk will bore the brunt

Hoping to die one day

I heard, “climb up the hill,

To see the greatest of all views 

Start to run, no one still.”

 The sun was beating down on me, 

The run was a long haul

A man sitting is what I see, 

Not like the rest at all

Slowing, I approached him and said, 

“You won't find the view here .”

He said, “I am fine here instead”

Why would you just sit there?

He said, “the peak view is the best.”

those who climb break their knees.

I see views as well as the rest,

As well as grass and trees.”

A sly racoon went down the Street-

He stood, clueless, trash bin ajar-

He ate the rubbish, every last bit, 

He spotted berries, oh how bizarre.

The furry jumped from Bush to bush-

His berries dropped plenty for an upcoming feast-

And then strut aside, against wind and breeze,

To let a bird eat, oh what a priest.

His bruised eyes scanned street walkers,

Then darted toward a tree instead,

The eyes appeared as anxious Orbs,

He stood there, oh what a Viole Head.

A soft step taken so Vigilantly,

I volunteered a piece of bread,

And raising his paws with swiftful ease,

And gilded him more cautious Away—

Than parachutes cut the Sky,

Too ingenious for stitching,

Or Gazelles, on Hills of Deserts,

Bound, smooth as it flies

To destroy the demons within, 

Forage in disarray,

The natural entropy of — 

Matter and its consequence.

The isolation of one midnight,

The restlessness of flight,

Would you choose to be without it?

Affliction called love.

Affection: Compulsion that stings,

Flower blossom that brings,

Temptation willing creation,

And pollen sweet in spite.

Thunderstruck crackle of lightning,

May be quite frightening.

For those who have yet to feel,

The warmth of icy hail. 

Wake up in fear

An unfamiliar day

Where does one steer—

Stress fogs the freeway

Offering no view

The world gray

One must make due

A challenge met—

A day done—

Relief overwhelming—

A war won.

He will face failure in his Life-

To succeed there is strife.

failure is Not the opposite of success -

failure is part of The road to happiness….

when he leaves his nest - the First time -

he realizes the struggle of earning One dime -

it seems as A breeze at glance -

but Takes much Time to enhance.

to win a game - he Will lose many

to score a goal - he Will miss plenty

to climb a hill - he Will fall

to write neatly - he Will scrawl

failure will Not occur just Once.

failure will call Him a dunce -

But success will call him incomplete -

because success will Never be complete….

To glance at all the souls

I saw a crow swift Down to lay

But never flit back up‒

And sunshine masked the wilting blooms

That bloomed some months ago

That gave some color to the gloom

And made the sorrow go

I drifted by the ferns and fawns

Who fed‒ and swayed‒ and played

Still, at the Close they must be gone‒

As is the final way

And as I passed the dawn of Stream‒

I viewed the sprouting babes

And as I rowed past dusk of Stream‒

The Old waned in the shade    

I too once stood at dawn of Stream‒

And with the blooms and crows

But now I merely dust at dusk

And die must I to grow

Now at the lake, I’m fin’ly free‒

To balance what is nay

And hopefully, I see shortly

The crow that came to lay‒

Me now-- not me of time

The present me is all I am,

Asking for old me is crime

I went and changed, this me is new--

Like fog and smoke, couldn’t stay--

Leaving free my soul from shackles and chains,

Old me has gone away

My change should be accepted now--

The chains should disappear,

Yet still I can feel them gripping tight, 

Still bringing me to tears

One day the past will disappear--

But that day is not now--

I promise I'll forget this all,

My heart has made a vow

It's all I have to bring today,

The new me that exists

The present me is all I am,

Still trying to clear the mist

No matter what we do.

The bird will carry us away,

No matter what we want.

The raven flies in with the dark,

It comes in through the Trees.

Their wings brush by and make their mark,

And carefully to Hell.

The dove’s air floats in with the light,

It comes in through the sky.

Their feathers contrast with the night,

And turns back heaven bound.

The Raven or the Dove should come,

But this is just a Dream.

Reality is known by some, 

It is the Black Winged Dove.

On leaves and grass of Life.

From high you feel your needles sway

And wish it last forever.

As colors change in autumn breeze,

The leaves wave sad goodbyes,

They reassure, try all to ease

Of watching as they die.

Cold wind, the herald, winter’s breath,

In it, you stand, tall, proud,

When all around you is barren death, 

You stand in loneliness.

The Sun shines through, the clouds, spring parts,

As buds and shoots come, play,

A new day comes, new cycle starts

For you to watch again.

choosing how to pass time,

but Time will win the marathon 

despite how high they climb.

Some choose not to share their mountains 

atop a peaceful throne,

and it need not be the tallest

To gladly call one’s own.

Weary are those that ascend high

who must outpace Death’s climb.

Though Death is sedate, ‘tis restless

and will catch up as Time.

And when the time comes to greet Death,

an old man is Death like:

patience interludes outbursts of life,

ambling or quick to strike.

The Bees and Birds surround flowers,  

I Joyously Dance to music, with Life Blushfully- 

As Trees and Bushes take the Sun’s heat. 

I Breathe the air, for many numerous times endlessly, 

My Eyes and Ears can Sense Adventure- 

My Pumping Heart can Move me now, Graciously -   

I See the white clouds fleet. 

I feel the grass is wanting fleet quickly, 

To hide from soil, from Death’s reaper-  

It climbs my leg, and wishing much desperately, 

To run from chances of death’s meet. 

The ground, it waits for every one’s arrival patiently, 

So calmly, Death will make mourners- 

To cry for every life, I know concedingly-

that Death awaits our arrival indeed.  

You shall define the truth, to be,

What is the Truth; the Sooth?

And he a nature so vast  and see.

And Exalted is the truth.

And what truth can you verify?

Does death envision life?

The grave; a jungle dark-filled of sky,

Amd bullets of age do strike.

From dawn the cry, ‘till dusk’s slience,

The mechanism of life.

The intoxication defiance.

Limit, but life can knife!

Observe; so reality is seen,

Do trained but see the real?

The stars among clusters blind the keen,

The inevitable feel.