AFTER a boring day while the sun was setting across the horizontal line of a world it began.
Sitting next to the pond with her sister a frog crawled out from behind a rock.
“You should not be here.” Croaked the frog.
Somewhat surprised, she told the frog,
“I have to wait for my sister. She is counting the stars.”
A shooting star creased the early flat night skies.
The frog came closer.
“I do not know about stars but sincerely know nature.” Said the frog.
Evie stared at the green frog for a long moment.
“If I picked you up and took you with me I could show you a new world.”
Surprisingly the frog jumped upon her lap. Staring with it’s eyes it spoke again.
“Show me this world. Then I will show you my own world.”
They both nodded in agreement.
:: 05.10.2022 ::
SLEEP awake. Sleep. Wake. Now _> tell me;
what is madness if not waking up to this same
day without a Savior: so gently hush
your eyes and fly with me (You see doctor:
‘WITHIN every dream my
heart takes the final steps
toward oblivion. With every beat-step I take takes
me much further from something we call Heaven.’
And when standards of living fall dizzy it’s only
a true force and we question is there a heaven?”
and as a madman I dream and say:
“I am the butterfly who moves mountains and hurricanes
I am chaos dripped in color on a journey by seven suns.”
So shut your precious eyes and sing and dream
“I, too, am an alien in human flesh
trying to feel human too…”
So we suffer! As children without parents.
:: 04.17.2022 ::
WITHIN the grazing wheat fields came a tittle toddle foot
stepping softly across fallen grass of untiled fields.
Mister Harvey Mouse was in great fear!
Having spent hours across the way near a river thus lost a
child called “Evie.”
Looking and seeking he went while mother mouse sat home
weeping away moments in despair!
As the bright full moon lit a sky all within a place
called Harvest City wept this plight:
Said the moon: “Nothing I’ve seen is in despair!”
Said the wind: “What was this little thing you lost?
A mere nugget of loving here?”
Said Earth: “We can confirm she went this way
upon the stairs without a fare.”
Miss Piglet squealed: “I saw her! She when upward
upon the stares of stairs!”
K-Bear reported: “She is in the lair the lair of
the giants who walk over there!”
The Spirit of Her Soul spoke: “We only need
the help when asked! Unless I lose
the footing of a small foot then help!”
The house was silent. The cats meowed. The
pool stood still. All things unraveled
as her head bounced and bounced down forgetting
Lost! Lost! What was is now the great wishes
of once was her. For a hope for a lost belief
all is good.
:: 03.17.2022 ::
:: 10.19.2021 ::
:: 10.19.2021 ::
AS cities burn without regret
while people have hysteria
many weep — \for what is lost:
our Republic and common sense/
Parents hugging their little ones
as many lose their faith,
this once great land sliding into
mysterious madness / an abyss \
All these threats are made by you
and me and them.
if we never confront the madness
before us —
Oh, how i fear both sides of this
political fence and especially
Oppenheimer’s little toy
where gift of light and love has
no hope nor control!
Believe me as I write to you:
no one wins and everyone loses then!
:: 12.14.2020 ::
My little one, my little one!
Where have you gone?
Beneath the little bed perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
My little one! Hide and seek
is your favorite game but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
Life has given you the key to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
My little-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide beneath the little bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
i am just a fig; a small plastic
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
make children smile
a Lego set
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit within a certain
theme like life
ooh! oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh! a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
to catch the gleam
bird-eye dove in
and crashing river
cup of Life
i knew the nest
to watch the gleam
of baby eyes
the jet streams
of current’s life
:: 01-11-2015 ::