Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day

magic moment changes a life time of choices
hearts beat as one, for a moment, fast 
is the number of perfection, chaos living 

magic moment 
changes all things
What is spilt becomes living 
what is living but love

What is love

Curl up this little bit of chaos 
deep deep in the heart
nurture and train
see breathing living 
Hold and cherish

Love immortal 

Happy Father's Day 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Time Runner

I dare the Universe
with my presence.
I run headlong into the wind.
I fight the headwaters. 

Sweep me away in the floods 
is not my fate.

Lay down and rest, not my goal. 

I strive forward. 
Battle harden, I am.
Raise my shield arm high
Lunging into the fray of life. 

Against the flow.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016


Why do roses make me weep?
Each petal a promise
soft and fragile,

Autumn took it all away.
Now petals
make me weep
soft dew drops.


All I can feel is 
on the jagged edges of my soul.

Monday, June 6, 2016


How have the hands that have molded me, created me
Left just an indelible mark on me?

In me, I see it.
I feel it.
If only I could rub my fingers across
His signature.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


My wants, your wants, my wants, your wants.
Talking past each other;
Agreements made, agreements broken
Truth is a lie. The lie is the truth.
Upside down, inverted and confused.
Frozen water stacked like blocks.
Built up walls, towers, icebergs
scraping the sky.

Breaking floodwaters:
Sweeping past, dragging everything
Ripping roots out of riverbanks
tearing the sweet soil right out
and washing it to sea.

It was just a rain dance
not a deluge dance.
Who cares?
It's water.
Too much, too fast, freezing

You know what's rather curious?
My utter lack of willingness.
I am unsure which causes the regrets,
the death of a dream or allowing it to die.

Where is the lie?
Where is the truth?
This decoder ring doesn't help.
I can't tell the difference
It's not written in crayon.

Push me, Push you, Bite me, Bite you
This wasn't real.
You never held up the mirror to my sorrows.
Let me drown in my own fears, consumed, gasping.
My hands never wavered under the water.
I never drowned.

Wasn't a hurricane of rage.
Just a squall.
what a lie, can't you see it?
I'm blind.

Everything I hear is true.
Real and now.
Even if it wasn't written in crayon.
Every thought, every possibility
equally true and real.

This decoder ring wasn't working.
Not sure it's working now.