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The Timeless Mind

I catch time’s hand in stunner’s grasp,
And leave him sleeping in my mind,
For wandering through eternal now, 
His ticking slowed to hibernation breath. 
The cuckoo’s music stops — a potent pause, 
As full as noted bars.

Then through the quiet sounds unearthly rise,
Up from volcanic bowels growl an ire, 
A transcendental fury from my own, 
Thoughts

After Hours

And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing. 
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.

Your Shore

There's a beach where the sand
Won't get in your shoes
Or stick to your skin
When you're covered with sweat.

The shore's always clean
No trash or dead fish
And the water's still
Clear enough to drink.

In your mind, I hope and pray,
There's room for me
To kick that sand around
And be with you on your shore.

To Hell and Back

A verse retelling of the story of Orpheus, son of Apollo and Calliope, who was the husband of Eurydice. They were not married long when Eurydice was bitten by a snake and died. Orpheus, overcome with grief, journeyed to the Underworld to plead that his wife be restored to him. With his skillful playing of

Ancient Poems

Ancient poems resurrected and recited
From the murky depths of history,
You hold, against your breast,
The fresh warmth you now perceive.

I tell you tales of my youth
Of day and night, dawn and twilight.
Alive still in my beating, aching heart,
And now held in my hands to reveal. 

You ask me to start from within myself
As I recite these

Me at 60

As I get older
And as I amble and imbibe
The wafting of the aroma of roses
And as I get older
I still rock (just not in a chair)
And I roll with the lingo
Of the younger generation
I think things are sick
I try not to throw shade
I think somethings are fire
I am stupidly blessed
(and I say in my Hampton

A Haunting Tale

"This house is haunted," so they say, but I went in the other day.
For many years I have walked past, with hurried steps that were quite fast.
Yet on this day as I drew near, no more this house would hold my fear.
I found my way through all the grass, pushed it aside, so I could

LAUGH AND LAUGH

WHEN I LOOKED  BACK

WHEN I LOOKED BACK AT IT ALL

ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK 

IS LAUHGED AND LAUGHED

WOW IT FEELS SO GOOD TO LAUGH ABOUT IT ALL

WHEN I LOOKED BACK AT IT ALL 

ALL I CAN DO IS LAUGHED AND LAUGHED

DAMN I WAS NAIVE

WHY THE CLOCK WAS TICKING

THINKING YOU COULD CHANGE

THNINKING

Princess of the Morning

she shimmers and shines in a glowing dazzling super woman way
I recognize her immediately, as she feeds freshness to verdant oaks
they look stunningly gorgeous as she lifts herself into the morning
I can feel the vitamin D she exudes; she is all powerful and decorative
the quintessential sun, princess of the morning, queen of the afternoon

Hope Comes Round Again

...it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge 
would have strong encouragement to hold firmly 
to the hope set before us."
Hebrews 6:18

Some parents fortify, supporting kids
to stay on top when testing waters’ depth.
Great expectations, ends, ev’n enemies,
are God's Supply, the wind and weight of wings. 

A worthy teacher who embraces life
communicates

Water of the Bay

What is the water of the Bay?
Is it the water that gives life to others?
Is it more than that?

As I look from atop the mountain I see beauty in the bay. 
The water around her feet makes her seem like she is walking across the waterline. 
As she sings with no one around I hear

Sunset

The past is fiercely orange,
fluent in the language of the sunset.

The promises are vaguely gray
dumped in the expectations of tomorrow.

Not knowing to hope 
or just to reflect
the unknown
sprouting in my soul...

My beauty is fading

My beauty isn’t what it appears to be.  
Look into my eyes and see—  
There’s love, mystery, and more.  
“What’s mine” and “what’s ours” are different.  

I prefer coffee; you prefer tea.  
The heart knows what it wants,  
It seeks connection, not heart surgery.  

Love, trust, surrender, and

Lost in thoughts

Assume, for a moment,  
That yesterday wasn’t quite as it seemed.  
You found yourself in a state of reflection, where you glimpsed the light,  
Only to awaken from what felt like a troubling dream.  
The sky appeared less vibrant, taking on a gray hue.  
  
The individual in the

Marina

Marina likes to play
She holds the universe as her toy
Her fingers radiate
On the frenzy of the vibes.

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