Life….

June 7, 2010

I’m tired.

December 23, 2009
Today you say
you couldn’t wait
tears roll…
it must be fate
since …
I never cry.
I thought it was
something else…
do or die
but please don’t lie.
I’m tired.
Simply tired.
Confused..
refused..
it
doesn’t really
matter
if..
it’s me
if it’s you..
because ..
in the end
it’s all sin
and
we…
both lose..

So
go ahead
and speak

again..
There’s
really nobody
listening in..
just say it…
’cause…
I’m tired.
Just
say it.

Prickly land…

December 23, 2009


Dotted with horses,
bright flowers
t’s crossed
with barb less
wire,
gnarly mesquite
hugging
cacti;
a prickly embrace
of
Texas heat.

Lovely Dancer

December 23, 2009

She danced and smiled
across the center stage
to embrace the living pole

Giving the shoulder

December 23, 2009
 
Giving the shoulder
to gossip and cold words
hanging frozen in the air.

muse

December 23, 2009


Lost in the Blues

December 23, 2009

I lost myself
a thousand years ago ,
hiding in the streets
in plain sight.
People
passing
over me,
yesterday’s garbage
of unknown descent.
I grew
feral,
wild as the stray cats
which kept me company.
Too many liars,
too many thieves
stealing
stardust wonder
and dreams
from babies’
eyes
that once sparkled,
like the crystals
in the snow

and the stars
in the skies.
I never knew that though.
I thought that was
life.
It was my life.
Sometimes
when it rains …
heavy in my soul,
I’m transported back
and walk ….
the endless
cold streets
of my memories.

The River knows

December 23, 2009

The river knows
the curves
and flows,
the
shifting sand
and where it goes.
I cried a little,
a tangle of emotions.
Then I laughed,
in joy
and yes….
celebration
of life.
I’ve always loved
walking the high wire,
it eliminates
a lot of dead ends
found
in the rambling maze
of life
and the danger….
takes my breath away.
I followed the river
of water and ice
and thought about recycling,
old becoming new
again
as the Spring thaws;
my heart
still misses you.
I whispered my secrets
to the sly wind
blowing
through my hair
and trees alike.
My words
flew away quickly,
tossed
like old Autum leaves
from the yet bare trees
to the ground below,
where they drifted,
tumbling
across the bank.
Yes….
the river knows.

My money’s on Monet!

December 23, 2009
In for a penny,

in for a pound…

I’ve always heard

put

your money

where was mouth was…

so I did…

and

sometimes my left foot.

She can do that too,

my little Monet

flexible as a rubberband.

I have to laugh

at her antics,

her contageous giggles…

she has her “cheese” down pat,

a charmer in the view finder.

She leads by the chin

bold and bright,

tap dancing on the tables

as she sings about “Tomorrow”

an unknown concept

and Dumb dog,

whom she adores.

She spins

faster than my head….

and already lives on the edge,

sneaking

dark chocolate

into her little bed.

I smile,

this apple

is a lot ….

like the tree.

tree

December 23, 2009
A tenacious life


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