Long Untorn Poems

Let my butterfly wings fly…in the glittery moonlight…
My words escape my lips with a lack of self-control and patience…
I’m sorry, but I’m lost…soon to be found…
In another life called the After Life…
The walls are closing...

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Time is like a shadow bright
 It fades and never can requite
 A lip, a shade, a palest kiss 
The sorrow that my heart did wish
 Clasped upon the rose and chain
 When fate cannot...

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I’m willing to care for myself and believe in a higher power, which is God of course I must admit!
An inner peace that shares with me unconditional love - my broken-hearted spirit adores it
Restoring sanity...

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I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San Francisco suburb known as the Ocean District. It was the...

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In my head...
the moon is obviously luminous green cheese
the man inside looks down and laughs at all us worker bees
chocolate flows in a river made by a man with a funny hat
Superman saves the day...

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From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights, 
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove a web so tight, 
Yet within such pain, my spirit...

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In the golden dawn's embrace, I stand,
Where dreams and reality intertwine,
The world awakens, nature's hand,
As the passing breeze whispers, divine.

With gentle touch, it caresses my face,
A tender kiss from a celestial muse,
A moment of solace,...

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I
Humans took Ancient Stories of constellations to science
And laughed  - all the way to the modern laboratory
Just as Copernicus and Galileo would -  at Ptolemaic Flat Earthists
God laughing when our inventions "saw" twin...

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In robes of black, the gavel strikes,
Supreme Court stands, its power unlike.
A battlefield where ideas clash,
Rewriting rules with every word, dot and dash.

Justices wield their pens with might,
Shaping the landscape, day and night.
Their words like...

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The fields that once held buttercups are gone
Giant furrows pattern that  long land
Made by huge machines   whose time has come

Precise as  old account books , now forlorn,
As  moving as are...

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In my coffin I will have no phone
At last I shall be free  like  new born babe
But how will people hear my mobile groans?

Who shall write  my story on a  stone?
I...

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In my coffin I will have no phone
At last I shall be free  like  new born babe
But how will people hear my mobile groans?

Who shall write  my story on a  stone?
I...

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In my coffin I will have no phone
At last I shall be free  like  new born babe
But how will people hear my mobile groans?

Who shall write  my story on a  stone?
I...

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They dance on the edge
Of nearly unperceived breezes
Into a swath of glowing light
They slowly open, as it teases! 
Each petal like little poems
So soft and ever so gentle
Untorn in the warm amber glow
Healing our sore...

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