She called him from his sleep
and begged for his tenderness
to embrace, his intimacy was
not her arousal for they had
already separated
the darkness from the light,
they had argued between fantasies
that day about
the meaning of relationship
between sex and love
neither were in denial,
she had aspirations of a goddess
whose feet must touch the earth
to open the hearts of men,
he simply lusted
and wanted release,
she had grown impatient
with his childish ways,

I met someone so lovely
just, the other night;

she was sort of a princess
at least, I think I've got that right.

Then, there was a distinct prettiness
to which, we'd all adhere;

supposedly to erase the mess
of which, I'm not real clear !

We all go on our journeys
of that, you can depend;

rarely do we get an inkling
if we ever earn a friend.

'Tis we, ourselves that edit
by what we say, and what we do;

through all the grey, we make our way;
to prove what we think, true.

Long time ago, we were told
A day was set aside for everyone
Not to work or do anything at all
Toil for six days and gather victuals
Then eat and rest on the seventh
For the lord is good all the time

An old man ran out of kindling
Being cold, he needed to warm himself
So he went with his axe to the woods
On this cold and wet Sunday afternoon
He lifted his axe to strike a log of wood
He was transfixed and transported to the moon

My eyes opened as I rise from sleep of death
Resting on my couch from stress of MS
Much pain from earlier in the day
Peace and wonderment was all I felt

Staring at space above me, I wondered in my mind
How my eyes suddenly opened
How manner in which my lashes stood up
From a sleep that proved to be precious

Suddenly, my heart embedded in my chest
Fluttered as a feather's touch on a calm day
My heart silently beat on, my breath of life returned to me
As God smiled at me once more