Dear Peace,
I have seen you weave a forest complete
And lay so many down to eternally sleep,
I have heard your voice weeping for a friend
As another generation comes to an end.
How hard it must be to drift upon an answer
Within the undisciplined action of eruptions absurd,
All I can do is blow you a kiss or two, and a wish
All could never be lost if we all did this.
Your redamancy for the world is on the cusp
Wind speaks in susurrus to your wanderlust,
Oceans have calmed to your commotion-less song
As you wave after wave continuing on.
I have heard you in the psalms of my dreams
Within velvety cravings of possible things,
Seek your kingdom of stronghold and wellness
That dwells in the heart of lasting kindness!
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Tethered to men
Mistress of dreams, may sleep begin ..
Yonder tales, yonder wails, down yonder mind bend
Where love pounds a heart, where love has always been.
Whisk in, chanted voice, thus faraway wind
Echo all their tears away, whole heartedly, within
Sleep can hold such tenderness, and very needed grin
Brand a dream, to warm a day, upon cold, cold skin.
Summoned thru silky midnight skies, whence come
Woman from scented flower realm, Dream Blossom
Thence like curtains lightly blow, feelings from
Thoughts, wishes, desires, becoming one,
In dream light warmth, quivering echoes
Branding has begun.
Written with Stevie Nicks in mind.
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Opened Wings

A woman is like a bubble bath
Warm, inviting to the touch
Bestowing a hinted scent of brightest days!
She is a gift, and gracious to please,
She’ll love you as if there will be no tomorrows
She’ll spread her wings earnestly, lightly
To extinguish all of your sorrows.
Femininity is not a sign of weakness,
It is a healing balm and heart song
With hymns of beauty for a lovers fragility –
When a lover feels less confident, or strong.
 One heart-break is all it will take
For a woman to put on her hesitate,
Never try to rake her over the coals
Never try to clip her wings,
One heart-break …
Teaches a woman a million things!
A woman breathes in many world winds
So that love can endure most anything,
She can be a prettiest part of a sweetest dream!
To counterfeit her mind
Would be an inspirational’ loss
Her wings will fold
Her winds will blow cold
Her wide opened wings, the cost.
A woman is like candle light
Lighting the way to heart flight,
Sometimes, for a lifetime
Sometimes, to never be seen, again.


We thought
We were gladiators by far,
Yet bringer’s of gentle raptures and gestures.
Explorers untaught,
We were the watchers to pillow feathers in flight
We were the mouth shapers when bubbles and balloons popped!
We knew too much about nothing
We slewed our dragons with imagination
And left talons to their peace
Ah yes,
Remembering those feathers in flight
Feathered gestures, free flying geese!
We were the harmless
Until eager grew within us,
And we forgot about the softness of feathers
When they taught us about gentle presence!
We were gladiators by far,
Though unafraid to let our enemies live –
Amongst the bubbles and balloons,
Somehow we knew, that somehow too soon 
Winds that always and often blew
Would drift what was, away …
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The Lords Bell Ringer

Dearest Heart,
You are a champion!
God’s parting gift at birth,
Tucked securely, and blanketed in love,
An expanding travel case for our worth..
An experiences, and deeds to lay before Him
When we leave this Earth.
You beat the drum to an infinite army
Blockading the enemies of our minds,
At times, when emotionally blind
We think we can out smart the infantry.
You are The Lords bell ringer
The ordain postmaster of prayers,
Many a bright, sunny day, soul singer,
An unmasked musketeer from all of our layers.
You mirror everything that we feel in great detail
Retaining what surely could be your demise..
But even a postmaster’ receives personal mail,
An ‘on the contrary’ surprise!
Sweet cotton candy on our carnival ride
You stick with us in our finest hour,
And when we fall to pieces, you remain by our side..
A soldier, in a field, in a rain shower.
You are the cathedral of our very soul
Tabernacle of our inner voice,
Heart, the kite that flies to our old,
A starburst when we make the right choice!
You are known all over the world as care
Walking amongst catastrophic feelings,
Talking to us about fixing despair
And about how every bless-ed heartbeat..
Is a seedling!
You always ring the bell faithfully
When we achieve our unknown purpose,
Without you, we would become lost, gradually,
And fade to the inner of darkness!


Thank you so very much for reading my poems!

Be safe in the world!

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Fault Line


I have known you!!

You stole my truest identity!!

Look at you
An overemotional societal intrusive
Wearing the Coat of Arms of Hell
Always deciding what time it is.
Always making an appearance when it’s too late.
You slither in on a sunken rage of your own unhappiness 
You thought you would break the hands of time!

VIOLENCE! Grotesque sign of the times
We cross our fingers, you cross all lines!
You continue to break loose and escape humanity
It doesn’t have to be this way,
You could wake up and try positive energy!
Make your own tranquility!

‘Disrespect’, an acquaintance you despise.
Now what?
Down the nose of semiautomatic discipline
Right between the eyes?

You are going to die from your own self inflicted confrontation!

But I would rather see you out in the world
With a clear mind perception!
Giving the world rationalization!
And praise!

You would rather beat down a door with a baby fit!
And call out your misery on victims!
You know life from wrong,
Kick your immaturitie’s with better decisions!

You are so heat of the moment furious!
What about your tomorrows,
Contributor of so many lost count sorrows ..
Including your own?

You are willing to go to far..
For the hurt and anger to stop!
I must confess..
Many of us do not want to grow old in your mess!
We have the right to remain resilient, and peacefully contest!

Born on a fault line of many circumstances
So much more than a bad mood..
‘You fell on deaf ears’
And landed on a spur of the moment!

When you revisit the fault line
Who is it that you critically blame?
Do any of the answers take place with your name?
Or do you take the Lord’s name in vain!
Not everything that contaminates us
Has to be a lifetime of pain,
Or the end of the line.
Living can be a stable condition..
It happens all of the time!
Human emotions, hurdles of our lifespans
They are not always easy to jump
But moments do not last
They change like a mind!

Wait just a minute, rewind..
This is me, thinking all of the time ..
You just might be’ The Lords bull horn’!
The ticking time bomb
Ultimate lunge in to the deepest depths of our souls.
HE wants us to wiggle!
HE wants us to waddle!

HE wants us to listen!
Listen to one another!
To pay attention..
Treat each other with kindness
Not resentment.

You just might be.. the bringer of last resort
The messenger “of when is enough-enough?
Before catastrophic events occur
Before we are all forced down on our knees
Begging for mercy.

We have experienced everything except peace.
Peace is all we have left..
Or it will be an all out society war!
The big guns will ride in
And take out any sign of violence!?
With NO questions asked?

You have had so many chances to get over yourself,
To stop flipping the finger, the figure of speech that lingers!
When will be the right time to lay down our differences and rest?
Stay in a lifetime of our “close as can be” Sunday best! 🙂

How much pain and destruction will it take
To annihilate the human spirit!?

Eventually, all of the hyper negative energy
Will burn out..
Feel the breath of God across your face..
The energy of the universe..
Light of positivity, the statute of no limitations..
As your sailing the saving grace of a second chance
Renew heart sing, be a part of everything that brings you joy!
Mock the wind in search of inner peace
Ask for forgiveness through staggering prayer
The quality of who you are will increase,
Proudly, lose the battle to destroy.

Please, begin again!



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