feel the crush the swift
beat of heart
how love is broken
by so many streams
pulling in beams
like like through a
well cut diamond

the well of soul
where one can
thirst in the dry winds
and listen to the rustle
talk of the spirits
in the brush

why do smart people always think they are smarter than they are
messing things up as good as anybody
I've seen it a million times
you'd think they'd be able to figure it out
come to better conclusions
kind of ironic if you ask me
all those smarts and can't get close to right
at least I know how un-smart I am
I figured it out all by myself
hmmm!
maybe I'm not so dumb after all
which begs the question
do dumb guys think
they are not as dumb
as they really are too

No more tears have fallen from my eyes
I look to Heaven and The Starry skies
To comfort and guide a spirit broken
Destiny takes charge:God has spoken
Bewildered and blessed,now I am free
Sadness fades as spirit lives in me.
Giving our all,expecting the best
of all lifes pleasures,not excepting less
Trusting life's tides will carry us along
To a better place and uplifting song
Reaping the benefits of a life well done
Enjoying the fruits of victories won

Of winter born,a pale child
Restless like the rolling wave
Surviving,barely,in the wild
She calls to nature,to be saved
Wolves are restless,hearing cries
Of one so little,as new as snow
On a tiny crevice,here she lies
Above a hill,creatures below
No human parents to embrace her
And shield her from the wind and cold
They lay buried underneath her tears
A newborn they no longer hold.
And suddenly her cries are heeded
As wolves encircle her fragile frame
Providing warmth to her as needed

As the night draws the curtain close
And all the earth lays down it’s head
The moon and shadows strike a pose
As our little ones are tucked in bed
Ethereal beings take to flight
As heavens’ curtain slowly falls
They pass unseen through out the night
To undertake their sacred calls
To guard frail humans in their sleep
Bringing hope to weary souls
From house to house,they quickly leap
To carry out heavens’goals

In my previous journal entry,I wrote about the fire that took my neighbors life and how I wasn't able to save her.Despite my best efforts,the fire spread and I was forced to leave the apartment.My neighbor died from smoke inhalation.For the first several weeks,I was still pretty much in shock.I accompanied the family to the funeral parlor to finalize arrangements and also went with them to the city morgue,where they were told that because of the fire my neighbor wasn't "viewable".We were also told that there would have to be a closed casket.I cried that night,remembering

January 7th,2011 was probably one of the saddest days of my life.On that day I faced what was probably the most difficult crisis of my life.I thought prior events had prepared me for what I was about to go through,but I was wrong.

Great to see ya's guys are finally back up and runnig

fame is fruitless
you'll still fart
have the same nightmares
still be a nerd

you may get richer
a new set of money problems
who is really a friend
why do lawyers cost so much

you'll get older
lose your edge
fall by the wayside
just like the rest

self satisfaction
should not rely on
nor imply
leaving your mark

fame is fruitless
though, I suppose
it might be fun
given the right dose

haiku birds
unwittingly clever
inciting poems