Here

Here I am in silence
Here I am undisturbed
for a moment
its quiet
I am still
I close my eyes and direct them towards heaven
From here
I reach out for your hand
From here it is icy
Bitter cold and dark
From here I lay my intentions of
the means to make it there
But here now
in the stillness
All I do is stare.

Hope

Is a thought
an action
faith
and a reaction
a baby
a love story
and a happy landing.
"I expect the worst, but hope for the best" (John Mellencamp)

Ode to the Music of 1992 (for Manna Banana)

Can I have some remedy?
Tell me
Do you think it'd be alright?
We can make time stop for the two of us.
Walking on down the road.....
But I guess you've had you're fill and if
I can't change your mind then no one will.

ASIAN Limerick

There once was a child from China
Who came to America to work in a diner
Great tips she did make
Her happiness she did fake
Thus traveled home on an ocean liner.

Sunday

Lovely lady
can do without
she can wait
she can ponder
because its just fate

uncomfortable
nervous
tired
confused

escape to the air
feel the wind on your face
get to your place
today.

The Early Bird

Every saturday the early bird rises.

1, thirty four pound extention of my heart creeps softly

pulls him self up with all his might, wraps his skinny arms around me,

hugs me and whispers, "I love you, Mommy." We stay like that for awhile.


The early birds rise by themselves as to not wake anyone else up yet.

I make my coffee quietly, let out my Lab, and then feed him as quickly as I can.

And then I hang out with my thirty four pound extension of my heart.

Sweet and silly

A smile to melt my heart each time he flashes it at me and looks at me with adoring eyes......

Before he becomes a cranky and difficult little person,

We have time together.

I notice a solo cardinal outside the kitchen window. Bright, red and magnificent against the gray sky and lush greens surrounding our backyard. Then, he disappears.

The early birds rises.

Gravity

Its inevitable.

I'm gravitating this way.

I moving toward you without thinking.

Catching me in your spider web just like you did before.

Letting me go again

The Captors

I forget about the rest of you
when he's in my head

I forget your standing there all around me

My guards

Making sure I'll never sing again.

Determined to never let me by.

But you're criminals
My captors

You know
You can't have me on sandy beaches
with ice cold peaches in my mouth

You're henchmen
You hold my arms when I try to break free

My own world I'm making inside your tight circle around me.

He makes me forget you're there
When you hit me
When you spit on me

But you're criminals
My own captors.

476 days

with you in my sight
your bright blue eyes in my heart
every day and every night

Now you start to tell me what you want
With your words
and your smiles
and your gleeful expression

you are mine
my bright eyes
I am your everything.
Today
476 days.

Tight (yes the poetry is back)

It's so good
It can't be real
Don't know what to think
or even what to feel

It soft and its sweet
easy and chilled
Like fruit in my belly
so lightly filled.

It tickles is teases
Its tight and it tame
It sweet like candy
Or its just part of a game.

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