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While the kids are dying

You are out here lying

Just to have a place to sleep

Just to have some food to eat.

Nothing out here is true anymore

The streets with unwritten words

The mouths of the people whom

We love, ripped apart backwards.

Where the children should smile,

Where they should make friends.

Memories of our childhood haunt

My morning dreams. Remember

When the stoop was safe and you

Could sleep with your windows

Open?

a magenta kind of red

The secrets lie within the heart of the mind, behind the Queen

Secluded rose gardens whisper dreams past midnight and onward

Crimson love seeps through eyes of gold, dripping like honey down a spoon

The TO poem

To drown out the world

 To live in a cocoon

  To eat cherries with my eyes

   To hear birds cry

    To see the sea swim away

     To breathe the orange sun glow

      To watch the night sky fall

       To kiss the man of my dreams

        To lick the side of your brain

         To hear the children scream

          To taste the ginger on my teeth

           To smell the pavement in the heat

            To drive a car with no feet

             To smell a rose with my mind

see you there;)

"The people shall be troubled at midnight and pass away."

To feel deeper than the roots of my backyard tree

An ocean breeze, one that sweeps me to my knees

Down to the bone, stone cold, feelings that hurt

When you have the ability to take it all in

As deep as the blue can go- as strong as a lion’s heart

When you feel exactly how your mother feels

When you can feel the horror in your brother’s eyes

The feeling is stronger than a current and wider than

An ocean. I must take my ability to the great heaven’s sky

Not everyone has the ability to store energy of a once

Dead woman or an angry baby bird. When crying hits you

Harder than a brick wall and brings your heart to burn-

Control the good and take the bad. One day I will need

To find someone to take all the bad before my bones turn

To dust and my brains float away. I can help a stranger,

I feel joy when I see the baby boy’s first walk. With a

Power so strong and so able. No wonder all my time

Spent is silent at the dinner table- over candlelight the

Coyote Moon glistens upon my fingertips.

Blade of seagrass.

Remember when we would sing to the lightening bugs

We would sing them to sleep, so then you could fall sleep

Remember when we would climb to the top of the roof

Just to get a taste of space and the stars before they faded away

Remember when we would dance free in the July pouring rain

When we would smile in silence while we lick our rained on lips

Remember when nothing else in the world mattered besides us?

Besides Love. Where did the Love go?

Where is the Man?

Let us know how it feels to grind your feelings between your two front teeth

Between you and I, the stars seem brighter than ever and oh so delicate

Scattered amid the purple horizon is kindness from the Old Man on the Moon

Eating beetles and bugs only to survive for tomorrow’s golden heaven

pocket poem 006.

Remember when the spring mornings lasted a life time

And the sun would shine through our fog filled minds

Where the trees dance and the sky is a kind of ocean blue

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The petals seep in, red as silk,

White as silk. The memories

Arise, where mountains are small

And the river mice sing. Where

Rain falls sideways and the stars

Look like strings of dreams from

Yesterday’s thoughts. Where the

Lemon tree produces love and

Only love. Where the sidewalk

Gently touches the sea. The same

Place I fell in love with you.

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Imagine being loved by a willow tree

Her hair sways with the summer’s wind

Imagine life as a tiny housefly

His eyes a very shiny kind of blue