they took a picture of it because they didn't understand life so they looked at it and looked at it and looked but if you would have listened to your heart you never would have chosen the wrong love and your heart would have never been broken and if you didn't allow yourself to be… Continue reading Picture
I am black through graveyard grasses sound tapping on grave stone markers sneakered feet never touch ground wailing cold wind whispers my name owls hoot beautiful golden glowing eyes perch above below in the night I run. .
We work in a crazy town people scurrying falling over each other everywhere angry confused sick and tired of it all bumper to bumper traffic getting heavy filled with these painful needles and pins the alarm screams at us we wake we drop dead in bed we sleep our stomach growls we eat the monotony… Continue reading Crazy town
Is it our ears who hear, but not our soul? listen closely to the bird singing with all your inner being for nature's subtlety takes flight and will never stay still.
rivers flow to the ocean mixing into its vastness wind blows through tree limbs ruffling its leaves flowers turn their heads to the sun eagerly opening their petals clouds form chasing each other through the sky dropping rain the ground swallows up moisture growing a new weed nothing of heaven and earth is single abiding… Continue reading Divine nature
the warmness of the day brings laughter to children at play old men and women lay as they yawn and stretch under covers of comfort in the coolness of the night burning logs in the hearth smoke, pop and sizzle until they become glowing coals growing dimmer as each hour passes it's outside where darkness… Continue reading darkness blows like wind
many lessons man will learn giving love ever earned I am loyal to an end not your blood lifelong friend take a ride go afar jump right in the family car I am faithful I defend mending hearts of man and kin in the end eternal love ever burns mix our ashes in an urn.
sun mistress shining heat breath of life encircle keep red and white cheeks of roses flowing hair in fields of wheat perfume of planted pungent dirt my love is rare and further deep she walks upon another ground I shall never stand upon I hear her sound sweet music immortal mirth a goddess never touching… Continue reading Sun mistress
the bird tweets his song the sun glows the wind blows the clouds form and the days are long nature will do what it does whether or not we are here the burden is ours for what we get out of life and although we can't blame God for everything who likely gets most the… Continue reading bird
This thing called life does breathing make it real? if you are afraid of nothing you are not living right... yet, to go on and endure we must rise to each challenge becoming braver and more forgiving it is as though we must learn to grow wings of angels looking down upon all from afar.