The way she embraces me
when we lay in bed
warms my heart from the frigid
Her smile is bright,
joyful to see.
I will do whatever it takes to preserve
It and watch it GROW.
Nurture our love
burning with the white hot intensity of
One Thousand Suns.
A supernova of passion and
Her giggle causes the chain reaction,
Her eyes squinting finely pressing
against her cheeks.
The finely creased dimple from her smile
shows the high extension of her lips,
I admire such definition.
She exudes a confident aura in her walk
shoulders pressing against the sky
Her head above the clouds,
A titan of poise.
All I can do is look up
closer to her atmosphere.
Coming to realize
I’ve been there
All this time, just
Unwilling to see it.
Words that spray to blind disarray of a fray that is twisted and mired
In such a way that makes you know
The truth of thundering hooves that clicks and clacks on top the very roof without a drop of couth
For all of us to hear
A sound that dances around the mound inside the ground
A really soulful thing
To know to take thoughts to grow, water moving even flow with seeds to sow
There are really strong
Wheels they turn, every stone relearned the minds they churn
For the fire of insight
A mind uses more than a dime a quarter or half the time
Spun to sunder, blissfully full of thunder, it lacks heart what a blunder
Disheveled heaps full of pebbles; minds completely leveled a look at the devil
Their eyes are burning
So bright and full of light, despite the mites that bite their hears are quite
The man lays hand in reprimand to find scam that burnt his hand and burn the ham
For is it fiction that I say with diction that what I hold carries no depiction of who I am to listen to soul so sweet to christen and wake up every Sunday morning with a fucking smile on my face
A woman of salt, a soul of gold and a love that is timeless and never old
A Mother’s love
pure devotion, not fake shows her truest emotions a love so unfathomable that it cannot be written or spoken
A Mother’s love
Always their never gone, never old a timeless song, a love so eternal it can go on and on
A Mother’s love
On the day of their day you tell them true, because you feel it deep inside of you
O’ mom how I love ya threw and through
A Son’s love
Move along nothing to see here. Two Eagles squawk. Does anyone know this parrot? No one’s gonna say anything I think we ruffled their feathers. Who cares! We need answers, third dead bird this week with no leads. We can do our jobs or wait for the vultures to come and leave no clues, go over there and ask those hens. This bird murder is senseless. When we were flying up birds didn’t just wind up dead. There’s no room in the nest for nonsense. Some birds over there wouldn’t say much just that the bird wasn’t from around here flew in last night and stayed at the redwood. Bird murder. I had to ask if birds murder one another and to my surprise a lot of people think so. I’m on the opposite end. “The bird that can fly can escape his own death.” As humans we know people committ murder because of the media as birds they know what? That tweety thought he saw a puddy cat. Murder in nature isn’t natural it’s killer vs victim. As a gang of crows show up. The feds. Now it’s impossible to tell if we will get answers. Bird Murder. To be continued.