a pocket poem.

I wish you luck in the spring when the flowers rise from their winter’s grave.

I want the best for you my dear.

I wish you luck in the December when the coyote speaks to the full moon. 

I want the best for you my dear.  

day before yesterday

peppermint Christmas honey.
the love, she is right there.
our eyes meet, while the city
stands alone. she is the prettiest.
don't worry back home, nothing
matters anymore.
the tea in your cup is cold,
and the heart in your soul has mold.
ew, the mail man is blind, and your
history book is now mine.
don't mind the trumpet in the backround
he soothes the soul, from this nasty world.
always be nice to strangers.

okay

what kind of love is it on a Sunday morning?
how does the sun seep in under the covers?
i seriously can't help falling in love with you.
every day it seems this feeling grows inside
my soul, with never ending thoughts of you& i.

weird poem.

cactus eye.
sunset gazer.
water is crystal dear.
sleep only when the moon rises.
i love you, the way you breathe
open hands hold souls. 
don't let your mind slip.
soon my love will be 
on the line, out to dry.
my heart is black,
there is no turning back.

don't disturb the bear

dancing with the wind
birds have three wings
hear the cry of that crow?
sunflower fields shine
rivers that are mine.
hazy sky, hazy mind.

poem

violins fill the air.
dusk mixed with hot pink sky.
love is like wine.
don't be tired.
long nails, cigarettes.
celebrate life every day.
number thirty six.
rings on each of her fingers.
walk the dog after midnight.
black cherry tree.
floating above space,
just before Earth.
say an honor prayer,
throw your worries away.
the saxophone will bring
you to a happy place.
hold hands, look to the
sky, know you are fine.

the hill to my right.

while the temperature is high.
the sky is delicate tonight.

the charcoal black hill, beautiful.
sitting upon that hill was a cactus.

the blood orange sun to the far left.
the yellow clouds just before the
horizon but after the cactus.

tea boiling in the heat.
left sided mugs, and shrubs.

the earth was brown,
all around we were surrounded by love. 

POEM. 

I am here

 With my arms as wide as the horizon

I am strong

 With currents from the Pacific

I am here

 With the scars of old love written on my arm

I am strong

 Like the men and women who fight for us.

I am here

 Right in front of you so please don’t ignore me

I am strong 

 As the horns on the bull. 

this is my life