Life, a journey of light and shade,
A path with twists and turns, and stories untold,
Of moments that leave us breathless, and memories that fade,
Of a love that burns bright, and a heart that grows cold.

We search for meaning in the chaos of life,
In the highs and lows that make us feel alive,
But as we chase our dreams and battle our strife,
We often forget to cherish the moments that thrive.

Love, a force that consumes us whole,
A bond that connects us, and a flame that ignites,
But as we pour our hearts and bare our souls,
We risk the pain and sorrow that follows in sight.

For loss, a companion to love and life,
A reminder that all things must come to an end,
And though it cuts like a sharp knife,
It teaches us to cherish the love that we tend.

So let us embrace life with all its complexities,
And love with all our hearts and souls,
And though we may face pain and perplexities,
We’ll find comfort in the love that consoles.

For in the end, it’s not the fame or glory we seek,
But the love that we give and the moments we keep,
And as we journey through life, love, and loss,
We’ll find beauty in the chaos and the cost.

I too, i do.
How love flitters
away from lost souls
beyond heaven
away from dreams too.

My love, the love,
that died by words
and actions so cold

i do, and did,
do die

forgiving fear
within this loving
heart.

:: 03.21.2023 ::

How love knows no one
Why imagine it
when we kill
and die for all
religion and politics

That we never get it
but the world turns
we without precious
posessions or brother-
hood or sisters

we cry and we’re not
like everyone

We believe
and leave our yesterdays
as shadows hanging over
beating hearts

i say there’s something
wrong

When we were younger
and loved playing games
i say now there’s something
wrong

And how we need a place
to hide away.

:: 03.21.2023 ::

What spirit imbues that flesh! A love like that of a mother’s best,
with twinkling eyes and a heart of gold, that mystical flair that balances dew
upon the soothing green blade, touching your father’s heart too!

And you tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath to all,
a fiery and tender twinkle that brings joyous tears to your father’s eyes,
with the moon and bird-songs following you forevermore!

Your lovely grace in turmoil will make his heart always beat for you,
the world and all its gifts of gold and position are not as valuable
as that tender spot where angels dance, the room where I first met you.

That spot must have the best cot that shall forever remain my home,
you are a fair bloom of sweet beauty, fairer than roses bringing the bright noon-day,
more valuable than grass, rain, or the cold kiss of a winter’s night,
because it’s what’s inside of you, not your fur or appearance, that’s dear,
it’s the bloom that comes from the heart, and that’s what I keep.

What soft breaths of wind, what autumn songs from the skies that day,
and what beauty was not lost, comes from the cleft of the heart,
the heart that I hold in mine, to your father, who now with silent eyes fixed,
weeps tears of the heart for you,
From Heaven above have come
THE ROSE AND THE FLOWER.

(rev) 03.19.2023