The true beauty

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time

I pray there may be peace,
for the souls of the long unsettled

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

now that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …

Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.

you have p r i c e l e s s time
on your side

i have survived another day

Moonlight and mist
creep through the trees
the old wise tree stands tall
caressed by a gentle breeze.

Orbs of light dance
amongst the forest green
chasing away the shadows
that are lurking in between.

Their song
Is your collective sigh.
Be quiet a moment and
Truly
Be
And you will
Feel them
Hold you
Still…

“Life itself flows on through eternity. Beyond earth life are the realms of higher existence waiting to enfold you in love. We see your world with its light and darkness. We come among you as symbols…

honey hive holds
good comb gossip
a meager winged juvenile

and every thought eases effortlessly
out of pink clouds with silver shivers
of ecstatic joy in the free creativity
of wild, holy beauty;

When I am sad
she comes to me
she fills my life with sunshine
and makes my sadness flee.

The touch of her soft wing
her hearts gentle caress
I walk in bliss
in true happiness.

Kindness is
Overrated.
Love is
Overstated.

IS IT?

Perhaps
Just maybe

There needs to be
More of both with no
Expectation of
Return…

With thirteen lashes
He scourges himself