In minutes it arrived
singing in low voices and
swinging from street lights.

It danced under branches
and wallowed in the breeze.
It hid under carpet and
scrabbled out of leaves.

It slipped over and laughed like
a hundred wobbling cranes.
Then pulled me closer while
whispering your soft name.

It was a freedom etched in
sadness with a solemn
blackened face.

~

Underneath my dream, idea tree
with full access to my library
where the moments only count if your breath's away;

tread soft through the canopy's veil
it's anyone's guess, in this odd tale;
are they at work? At rest? Or will they play?

~

So quick! Am I to sanitize
each moment bold, I categorize;
so I know when one does end, and the next shall start;

breathe each one in, or turn to stone
after all they're yours, alone
you gave her "life", very deep, inside your heart!

You returned most unwittingly
baring your soul and your arm,
while I saw clouds, you tried on shrouds
never meaning any harm;

I think of you, I feel the warm;

I think of you and feel the warm.

~

Ships always pass, but the neglected mass
never knows to question, "why?"

I really wish I knew, what am I to do?
When together if we could fly;
we'd touch the ceiling of the sky!

~

Inquiry by RW

I cleanly left the rectory.
I pray for souls which burn at me.
I flagellate till flesh turns free.
Dichotomy. Dichotomy.

This angel takes which road for now?
Unsure at which his knees should bow
A servent, supplicant or cow
God show him how, God show him how

A burning fills his abdomen
inside a hunger deep within
a boy pledged past to be nomen
a roaring djinn, a roaring djinn

Unforgiven
--
Over my face, my hat hung low
to hide the side a few would know
drinkin' in uncandle lit space
my hat hung low over my face
-
justice was lost and justice done
I owned a pound and lost a ton
no outlaw saw the lawman's cost
justice done and justice lost
-
a woman's love, the trump card held
of twenty men, eighteen were felled
I stood wounded as did Jack Cove
the trump card held, a woman's love
-
through gunsmoke and blood, my eyes saw

O Beautiful Earth, very good morning to you
This is my first song on you

This is how I sing this song
And this is the place where I belong

I love this place, suitable to play
Which has an endless bay

You cover this, with a blanket
Where I can junket with joy

I grew wild without any source
But you nourished me with all your resources

Buds turn to green leaves in spring
And the twittering birds sing

This shows the dawn of an era
And it is also the beginning of a new year

Neverwas and nevermore
two places I have been,
the former taught me how to dream
where I'lll never go again.

Journey begins at twilight
through a time tunnel, secure
be careful, avoid the shadows
they cause aches one can't endure.

Neverwas and nevermore
two places I have been,
the latter highlights memories
I make with all my friends.

Out of time's windy tunnel
you'll spy a meadowy-like haze,
that separates the field of dreams
from the light and shadow maze.

Me: reality junkie;
Hollywood: sells lies;
Water in my eyes:
'Cause it smells so funky.

Power off - TV dies;
A breath of fresh air, a few deep sighs;
Shoulders relaxed, check out your back - no more monkey.

Still …I am not sure
If I like to be mature.

I am not sure I’ve stopped loving to play
with teddy bears, dolls and the clay.

I still like to drink NIDO- needed for growing
and wear those lovely laced white stockings.

I can’t quit thinking I still need my mom’s love
though I've become a proud mom- myself.

And what should I do with my girlish dream?
That daily flow like pure wild stream?

About a courageous knight on a white horse,
that would once come to propose .

old monk
spouts ancient wisdom
a burst of laughter

...

sunny afternoons
tall and thin
lovely shadow

...

falling to pieces
stone to gravel
pet rock bites the dust

...

dandelion puffs
gracefully riding the wind
knowing not of weeds

...

august moon sparkles
sleepy mind in half-dream
butterflies sip tea

...

snowflakes in sunshine
swift comes the end
the shape of water

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