Fabrication fights the day One caught within their tall depleted Be thought not to cast aside The feelings brought by one’s desire In all one says one sees the light That senses life once soul has flown And all that’s left is cast aside To burn in embers raising fire Ask not what was or … Continue reading Better times
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap … Continue reading By the window
There was a young man who was coughing But it wasn’t the cough – ‘twas the coffin They’d carry him off Ending the cough And ending a life in the offing
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
I sat up in bed With a cold in my head And stinging in fingers and toes I’d been asleep for a week Feeling sick – couldn’t speak And constantly blowing my nose My breath was a bit off And I had a bad cough And I struggled to shower and eat … Continue reading Happy
Crevicesand chasms - the rocky mountain weeps
Waterfall - Cascading From the mountain in my mind
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened … Continue reading Suddenly
I ran and ran and ranto the castle in the airI danced and danced and dancedbeside my kite that flew up thereI stood upon the sunand jumped on a cloud called 'nine'and in a silent whisperI was told that cloud was mineI stayed up in the airuntil tear-drops overcameand with a sudden gustthe tear-drops turned … Continue reading Castles in the sky
They would canoodle and swoodle and oodle and boodle and cajole and rumble and fall They’d get up and they’d play and dance every which way and entice everyone each one and all They would complain when they’d suffer some pain and bruises and oozes and which But they’d always get well … Continue reading The children
