Awakened Senses

I see 
beauty in the mundane
history made in each moment
hope in the merciless


I hear
music in the wind
laughter in the dawn
cries in the dark

I feel
kisses in the falling snow
heartache in broken promises
pride in a dream accomplished


I taste

tears of angels in the rain

sweetness in sunshine

bitter realities of untapped potential

I touch

clouds with my imagination

hearts with my kindness

minds with my heart

My Life is a Story for Memories to Fill

My eye is a room that seeks more frill
My body is a maze for those with skill
My foot is a root with an iron will
My hand is a bird that can't be still
My mind is a place for knowledge to thrill
My heart is a well for love to instill

The Time has Come

The time has come the heart has said

to speak of harder things

of truth and life and broken hearts

of baggages and strings

And why the world is lost in rot

and if Winters lead to Springs.

Open Book

I live as an Open Book
Hide and seek is fear's favorite game
But I choose to let the world look
To own my pride and shame


Better to leaf through uncomfortable pages
and let real truth be what real eyes see
Than be trapped within society's mazes
Or let abundant lies wash over me


To be covered in untruth's sticky grit
A self caught in loathing
I cannot fathom it
I'd rather be free, ever growing


Know thyself and let true self not fade
It is the only thing you are meant to be
If not you remain a simple shade
Always dependent on the sun and the tree.

Urge.

I have tasted those of the tender persuasion
a sweet and tangy sensation
that melts away the timidity of lips
While these hands guided rolling hips


I have watched wide eyes roll
As I watched dreams be made whole
Supple skins have filled my searching palm
Whispered words make wails whimper and go calm


I have seen dampened hair stick to moistened skin
The line between two quickly made thin
Mesh of skin and sweat and spit
Something pure in the dirtiness of it


I have smelt the faint traces of soft scent
that leave a searched memory content
Knowing of a past that was satisfactory
A moment in time between Aphrodite and me.

Secret Touch

Secret sensations.
Thoughts evoking,
Secret temptations.


Shadowed memory,
of a heated smile.
Thought made sensory.


Distance crosses tectonic-plates,
Yet minds meet instantly.
This, the way of the fates.


Together but Apart.
Life's continued touch.
That little secret in the dark.

Painting with Poetry

The grandest of Art
is painted on the page
colors formed by black and white.

It begins with gobs of words
Each one a stroke of genius
Meant to make greatness

The First layer laid
is unremarkable
to the onlooking eye

Base outline drawn
Perhaps a river in the distance
A snow covered peak

Then an artist adds the
highlights, low tones
Adjectives and Similes

Painting pretty pictures
Like Michelangelo, Who
Used colors that touched Adam to God

Writers write a painted glory.
Each passing word a Piece
that makes the Master whole

Close Moments

Love from a distance
Love from afar
No one knows how painful
the close moments are


Knowing they will
last only moments in time
Each second granted
something divine

No one can know
what their empty place means
Even their presence
has a sadness it brings

The knowledge of knowing
it will quickly end
Makes the shadow of kisses
a fair-weather friend

Love from a distance
Love from afar
No one knows how painful
the close moments are

Fighter

We fight so hard
for all the wrong things
Hate solves no problems
More hate's all it brings


We fight about money,
We call for war
Race, Religion and Land.
Nothing that's truly worth fighting for


We fight about
the forgotten order of fries.
We fight about the salesman
and all of his lies


We fight about that 'slut'
that checked out our man
We fight about
the unemptied trash can.


Fight for Love instead.
It's the only thing worth
fighting hard to keep
on this thing we call earth


You can never
fight too hard for love
Even if it takes
everything you're made of


 True and selfless love
Is the best type of war
Your heart is your only weapon
You need nothing more.

Haiku

Life gives you lemons.
Toss them out. Grab the chocolate.
Make yourself some smores

Life's Lemons

When life gives you lemons,
you may stop and wonder why.
Sour centers with a sour rind.
If you pull
out all it's tears
If you fill
your cup with it's bitter sacrifice
If you add
a bit of sweetness to the bite
Those sour fruits
that pucker and rot
become a tool
to quench the thirst for life.




EDU 478 Assignment based on Make Lemonade by Virginia Wolff

My Reality

I got pulled in by
the most beautiful scene
Those two dancing stars
in a mesh of pink and green


But the beauty holds
hardship and danger within
This beautiful black hole,
whose gravity pulls you in.


It sucked me inwards
Placing me on a splendid adventure 
but I wonder if its majesty
 is a delusion grandeur. 


Sometimes I feel 
'Lost in Space'
searching for something stable
in this strange place.


"Danger, Danger!", I wait for 
my Robot to scream. 
Or to wake up and realize
its all been just a dream.


But this is my life
placed in the line of fire.
Because my hardest journey
Is my greatest desire.

For them.

People ask me.. 
why I remain intrenched in the madness.. 
why don't I just walk away? 
How do I not, like Ophelia, drown in sadness


I  believe that in some strange way.. 
I was placed on this earth
To give them a chance
For they are mine beyond their origins of birth


 There is a difference between 
 moms and  mothers
Mothers make sure their kids are fed and clothed
Placing themselves before the others


They love each child
but only as much as they can spare
The love of a mom goes beyond themselves
A child can feel their love in the very air


She may call herself their mother
She may cast me down and drag my name like trash
but my love for them is like hard steel
that cannot be turned to ash


 I am theirs forever.
 I would die for them. sacrifice for them
I have hoped and cried for them
And most importantly I will strive for them

Makers and Thinkers

In this world there are two types

Categories in which we all have a place

not that one can't do a little of another

or that others can't do both with grace

There are the thinkers of thoughts

these scholars of knowledge

creators of the  untangeable

to Athena they pay homage

Then there are the makers of things

Producers of all sorts, shapes, sizes and kinds

creators of what can be touched and seen

their art is in their hands not contained within their minds


We all fall into one of the two
Gamers, writers, teachers readers
these are of the thinking kind
From the watcher of the stars to those we call leaders.


but thought is nothing without creation
That's were the makers come in
On the callused hands that drive the hammer,
Engineers, mechanics and directors we must depend


To drive us ever forward
to build greatness and make us more
Great production drives creation
Giving the thinkers something to strive for.

The Secret in the Dark

If you listen closely you can often hear
A conversation very near

In the room down the hall
she sleeps and has a ball
She talks to him in her sleep
Sometimes she will groan and weep
She will shout out his name
or giggle like they're playing a game
I wonder if he's in there
Sitting in that wooden chair
The two just chatting away
Like its any other day
Talking to her dream's words
In a world made for the two love birds.

Riddle -1-

Ya gotta Know it
to show it.
Ya gotta sow it
to grow it.
It can be seen and felt.
But you can't wear it on your belt.
What is it?

Hard life. Much strife.

When did the world become so bitter cold?
A warm heart frozen by the world's hard truth.
We praise the cruel and we curse the old.
We do not demand kindness from our youth


Beyond our noses we refuse to see
Self serving and thoughtless we have been
Gratify, Pacify. Instantly.
For peace, light and truth we must look within


The world remains a jumbled mess of hate
Tempered by the sacrifice of the few
Street-solider, child's hunger: neither can wait.
You must give freely and I must give too


This is not an easy life we lead
we must search for compassion among the greed.

The Adventures of Mr. Snuggles

The Adventures of Mr. Snuggles

In a quaint little house

On a little green hill

lived a lady named Lily

And her husband Bill.

Bill had two daughters

As cute as can be

One with curls in her hair

And scrapes on her knee

She was the oldest (and bravest)

Sissy was always in charge!

She could touch ANY bug,

No matter how large!

Tater was the younger one.

She loved to dance and play.

She was a pretty princess,

who liked to twirl all day.

Sissy and Tater didn’t live

With their dad

but when they were with him

There was lots of fun to be had!

Every weekend was an adventure,

a new thing to see.

Playing games like dress up

or having a nice cup of tea.

Lily was their step-mom

But not wicked like the rest

When it came to step-mom’s

Lily was the best!

One day Lily was

Walking down the street

And too her surprise

she found a special treat

She heard a quiet ‘ruff’

And searched all around

She was so excited about

What she had found

There at her feet

Was a sweet little pup.

She saw big ears and pink spots

And she scooped him right up!

He wagged his tail.

“What, a bundle of joy!”

He licked Lily’s nose

 “Oh, what a good boy!”

She took him home

And waited for the girls to see

She knew when they came

They would be so happy!

Sissy and Tater

Loved the dog right away

They called him Mr. Snuggles

And he was here to stay.

They played and played

They had a real blast!

But the fun made time fly

And the weekends ended too fast

When they were gone

Mr. Snuggles was sad.

When they were gone

There was no fun to be had.

He waited and waited

Day after day

There was nothing to do

To pass the time away

He thought long and hard

Then he knew what to do!

While the girls were gone

He’d have an adventure (or two).

Mr. Snuggles thought hard

about where he would go

Should he surf on a wave

or play in the snow?

Then he remembered

Something Tater had said

She had a big dream

That was stuck in her head

She knew of a queen

from a far away land

Who dressed all in lace

with jewels on her hand

So Mr. Snuggles decided

that's the first place he’d go

So he tip-toed outside

So Lily and Bill wouldn't know

He hopped on a bus

Then a train, then a boat

He wondered how

something so big could float?

He asked the Captain

How the boat didn't sink

“How does it float

like ice on a drink.”

“The engine pushes it

across the sea”

It was so fast, Mr. Snuggles

couldn't help but believe

He sat with the Captain

and they talked some more

Then off in the distance

they saw the shore

“There it was,” he thought,

“The land of the queen.”

What could he learn?

What could be seen?

Mr. Snuggles said goodbye

to the Captain and crew

they pointed the way

And off he flew!

The castle was enormous

it reached up so high

It was covered in windows

And a flag flew up in the sky!

Men in big furry hats

stood all around

Mr. Snuggles said, “hi!”

But they made not a sound.

He waved in their faces

and barked at their feet

But they didn't speak

Just stood like concrete

"They are Royal Guards"

Said a lady's sweet voice

Mr. Snuggles turned to her

and couldn't help but rejoice.

There stood the Queen

She was just like Tater said

Dressed all in lace

with a crown on her head

"Why don't they like me?"

Mr. Snuggles asked the Queen.

“Don't worry my dear

they aren't being mean."

"This is their job.

They are all very strong.

So they stand and they watch

Protecting us all day long"

Mr. Snuggles and the Queen

Waved bye to those men

And to his surprise

They waved back at him

They walked through the castle

And talked all day

The Queen was so nice

In her own special way

They talked about the girls

About Lily and Bill

They talked about the quaint little house

On the little green hill

When the day was done

He knew it was time to go

But before he left

She wanted him to know

She told Mr. Snuggles

“You are very special to me

Will I see you again?

What a pleasure it would be!”

“Of course dear Queen!

I’d love to see you again

I like you a lot

Can I call you my friend?”

“Yes, Mr. Snuggles

I also like you!

You’re now an honorary prince

And the girls are princesses too!”

“Oh, Queen thank you!”

He said with a grin

“They will be so happy

When I see them again!”

“Well, Mr. Snuggles

I know you must run

Take a trip on my plane

It is quite fun!”

He rushed home in a flash

As quick as he could

When he got home

There they all stood.

“Oh, Mr. Snuggles

where have you been?”

They had all been worried

About their small friend

He wagged his tale

They all held him tight

Then, they played and played

Long into the night.

Different Me to See

I am transformed.

No longer a Bohemian contemporary

I won't go skipping down the hall

singing Jesus Loves me

I don't live for the theatrics

And burst into random Monty Python scenes..

I won’t spout Shakespearean monologues

But not because I do not love those things..

I have out grown the mask

I would put on for all

Too busy entertaining

To catch myself before I fall

I can still love Rocky Horror

Without putting on a show

I want the quiet life

Where things are peacefully slow

Love me for the old woman

that makes you sick to see

Accept that I don't need

excessive attention to be me...

Robin's Mutiny..

My family and friends

Are not for you to pick and choose

Perhaps my kindness has

Left you a bit confused

I have let you grow too comfortable

With your awful attitude

Your attention seeking ways

Really wreck the mood

You are rude to those

I care about

Snubbing them

And leaving them out

You push their thoughts

To the side

Compared to theirs

Your opinions somehow override

I don't want to be a sidekick

or a trophy for you to out shine...

When you fluff your feathers

You draw a battle line

20 / 20

Looking for a laugh

On a Sunday afternoon

Turn on the tv

In a quiet little room

I tune into

Saturday Night Live

A little comedy sketch show

That found a niche and thrived.

As I watch Weekend Update

Over the past 40 years

I realize yesterday’s problems

Have never disappeared

We’ve been experiencing

Recessions, poverty and war

Since greed and power became

Everything we searched for

From Henry Ford to Dr. King,

From Audrey to Madonna

From Hitler to Saddam

From Reagan to Obama

­

Though yesterday may

Seem shinier and bright

It is no template for the now

We forget about hindsight

The past has been

Tempered by the cloudiness of memory

Their mistakes too were vast

Look back and you will see

Let us live in the now

And rely on a new way

The system has been broken

It’s time for a new day

Readers

I am an avid reader from a long line of readers.

Some are skim readers,

like my grandmother,

flitting through chapters deducing the unread pages 

in the quest to find whats left to  discover.

Their are conversation readers

like my brother,

reading the words between quotation marks,

sacrificing details for speed from one page to another.

Some are re-readers

like me,

reading over and over

A hundred other storys making it hard to see

Their are typewriter readers

like my mom,

whose head trails across pops back again,

the silent tick-tick-ching breaks through the calm.

Some are angry-face readers

like my dad,

so lost in the details of the tale

 their eyebrows furrow enough to make them look mad.

Their are learner-readers

like my grandfather,

wishing to drink in all the information they can.

Books are ships full of data for their minds to harbor

I am an avid reader from a long line of readers

What kind are you?

Loving Me

Thank you for loving the REAL me .. 

The Slobby me. 
The Depressed me.
The Hyper me.
The Lazy me. 
The Ugly Cry me
The Whiny me.
The Sick with the Flu me.
The Needy me.
The Inquisitive me.
The Clingy me.
The Annoying me.
The Nerdy me.
The Demanding me.
The Clutzy me.

Thank you for just loving ME

Two Worlds

My house and heart I must divide

Only with time will the hurt subside

Life between worlds too different to compare

Loss of love and family feels too hard to bare

One life as the respectful child

Good tempered & responsible, though not always mild.

One life as the loving 'wife'

Laughing with him for the rest of my life

Though he is my dearest friend

I am the one on which they must depend

I toss & turn in my lonely bed

Images of him floating through my head

But what is right is not always what is easy

Sacrifices must be made for the sake of family.