MY EROS ~my strengthIn the misty mid regionI roam with my soul &you EROS my heart is volcaniclike the ocean gnashing againstROCKSwearing your sculpture down Clock dials morningshadows lift at the end of the pathand a crescent spews ethersedating our tears I lift my finger bid youtrust mekiss medon’t turn to dustchange the doom of [...]
The Sound of the Shell River, Softly run down the down the hill. Now the shell is here in the Big Horns Mountains. Water Coming from the Cloud Peek Wilderness just east of where I am. Oh now you say what so special about the Shell sound. But oh, as that river is just soft [...]
Love is… A bird without a nest Or it is a bubble Impossible to grab. Love is… A thorn with every rose Or it is a colourful rainbow After the sky has cried. Love is… The smile that camouflages tears, Or it is the inaudible heartbeat. Love is… An addiction towards selflessness, Or it is [...]
JUST ONE………. Sometimes it takes just one………….. One word. One gift. One act of kindness.One. Just one.One phone call answered. One response. One prayer.Just one. Sometimes it’s only one…………………….. One person. Just one.One person you [...]
Girls in the City – when do women really get along – no matter their age, for fun, friendship or simple exploring. Do women find a problem in every situation as the hours pass?
Why do you fume with envy, you mountains are of many peaks! Patience is strong and has a high tolerance for uncertain situation, Long-term changes don’t happen overnight, and progress takes time, Where the wrong in it, when life that’s a little living at the moment. The mountains of many peaks, Time moves forward without [...]
It began way back when streets were cluttered with cars, people, and one big company which was known to light the world – until the times began to change, but Papa believed things would never change, even the boys in fancy cars making fun of a fat girl – or going downtown where she would steal, and walk out after buying me a hot fudge sundae – she changed but the city still has some monsters hanging around.
When you were not a spirit, you gave me advice – told me it was easy to make friends. But, Mama – since you left things have changed, and I asked you to stop telling me the same thing –
A woman knows when she is unloved By the sound of your voice By the whisper of your thoughts By the way you walk the dog Telling him your secrets on your way out
There she is stretched out on my park bench reading “Gone with the Wind,” she must know it’s my spot – I sleep, eat, and sit here until some cop tells me to move on.
