From the depths of your Soul,
where love will root with emotion,
springing forth, when nurtured by
the good feeling which arise
by close association to others.
Familiarity may breed contempt,
if not tempered by understanding
of how the meshing of racial
differences, blends the personalities
of tribal customs. We do this
every day, through out our lives,
as we work; as we play.

I think it is time
to write, as before,
using all the lost words,
by my feet, on the floor.
Adjectives and verbs
with metaphors galore,
lay in shambled baskets,
against the room's exit door.

Walking on the beach
after a Winter storm,
brings a salty crispness,
to each breath you take.
A strong wind is blowing
as sand and spray combine,
to wet the exposed areas,
while reshaping the dunes again.
Walk against the wind
on the first leg you stroll;
when you return with
the wind at your back,
it will almost be warm.

I love you so,
it must be time
for us to flee,
away from the pain
of agony's wretched past,
towards a life
of memories gone,
from this empty vessel.
The shell will be
gone one day,
no longer to see
or feel our love.
If it goes away
to vanish,
as if fate
has taken you,
so far away.
I love you so.

Oh my Lord.
Sakes alive.
My brain
is stuck
in overdrive.
I cannot
remove words
now stuck
in my head,
no matter
what I do,
for the words
I now hear,
are "I'll never
find another you".
The music there,
my ears ring,
my musical heart
wants to sing.

A sunny day,
with clouds nearby,
with mottled sky.
No rain this day,
so I stayed dry.

There is no shade beneath the tree.
No place to play. No place to be.
Mottled shadows cover moss laden ground;
shadows of lost memories, are all around
are the thoughts of lives gone by,
thoughts of joy and thoughts which cry.
When will I see your face again?
For I am lost, within my pain.

I am older than glacial dirt
washed down the bed of
a glacial stream.

The black of his feathers,
the cawing begins,
as I place food on the deck
and he starts calling his friends.

So many words, lie in slumber,
locked in my head,
like dumb and dumber.

A story from me,
a story to you,
for life's goals
are old; not new.
Take charge
of your life.
Revisit anew,
be there for others,
be there for you.

The strength of your will
is stronger, with life's desire.
Light a flame, in your heart,
set the World on fire.