Sitting in my study,
smiling peacefully in my chair,
to the rapping of the neighbors son, downstairs
Smiling cuz his rapping took me to a special place.
A place where I am young, like him,
and had to be misplaced.

Misplaced because my rocking,
made my parents feel encaged.
They'd run me out the house,
but in the driveway I would rave.

Singing loudly metal jams,
my hands in fists of rage
Banging my head, screaming, rocking,
Having my own way

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!

~

Although we know not
The destination it is headed
We recklessly jump on board
Destiny’s speeding train
Hoping to escape the throes of the rain

Now here the train comes to a stop
Yet we cannot stay
The ground is overly hot by day
Like a volcano’s heat
Step after step, kissing our feet,
As we labour vainly without sit

teenager single mom
How is the kid?
love him
many women hanker
in the twilight for they desire
to see the sunrise effect
from last night's sojourn
but we can't reconcile
where the manliness of man has gone
and
left her warmed up oven forlorn
the morn of a dying kind surfaces
when most go in for IVF,
at least small mercies
God's gift
at times prove best
see the sun as a rising one,
its setting too somewhere 'tis true
but a positivity