May 1, 2015

My Haiku For You ~ Come This Spring!

Snows linger with cold
Sun lights up the fields with warmth
Seeds burst with flowers

Robin’s song is heard
Nests are built from twigs and straw
Little eggs are seen

Life goes on today
Seasons signal the newborn

Awaken the young!

April 26, 2015

Chapter Three: The Little Girl and The Sea

I find myself overwhelmed and steeped in misery, because I can't fix the world and its problems. And then I realize that it's to my best advantage to look within myself - and it's simply me, myself and I that needs a new outlook, a new perspective...fix what's closest, fix what you can, and hope for the best.

The Money Hungry, the Greedy, the Capitalists, these are the people who came to the Americas to steal and rob and take what didn't belong to them; these are the people that we fight against today. A never ending battle. These are the people who have robbed us all, and continue to rob us of all of our freedoms, our life’s blood to live on this earth in peace; our home that is to be nurtured and loved. We will receive nothing back from our earth, from each other, when all we do is take.
love torments the night
love tugs, conflicts within sleep   
love’s vanishing light

The little girl continued to walk the shore until she realized there was more to see.   The sand and sea wasn’t everything to her, to you, or to me.

She took a step to the right, then to the left, sea grasses swayed and beckoned her foot prints.
She noticed the change in her step, the firmer the ground the more she hastened, and the stride became lengthened.
Hard ground led her to rocks, through valleys and hills, to rivers and streams; she noticed the birds, the animals, all different from what she was used to.  She wasn't sure how to react; to ignore them, to talk to them, or to just live within their presence in love, and to leave them in peace.

Love, a word that repeats itself throughout history, and for the most part is ignored, or battered and bruised.  The little girl had friends in the forest, from another life.  She had friends in the rivers and streams, and in oceans it seemed, but this was another life, a life where she was just a child, and now she was a woman-child.  A woman who hasn't grown in wisdom, remaining the little girl locked away in her cave, her mind, wishing and wishing for a way to get out - Now, the child with new eyes wanting to see more; wanting to hear more; wanting to grow more in wisdom, where more is always to be learned.

Shells were born again, sea creatures emerged in abundance, lining the sea grasses and surf, forming a wall, protecting the waters from intruders.  She noticed this.

Rocks piled, one upon the other, along the river banks, streams and lakes, fearful of overflow and losing its precious clean water that everyone screamed for.  The little girl noticed this.

The water refused to form in the clouds, leaving them barren.  
The ground became dry, and then barren as well.

She noticed people were forming their own barricades, selfishness bloomed instead of flowers, flowers that refused the dry earth.  Keeping you, keeping, me, keeping the little girl a safe distance away.

The fish, her friends, were now estranged.  They swam away.  The birds refused the gift of her hand, fearful.  The animals became wild beasts, running in the opposite direction when seeing her footprints on the forest ground.  They refused to make a sound.

Tears stained the earth as people grew in number, outnumbering the wilderness and all of its beautiful gifts.  The gifts were taken, one after another without thought of replacing or regrowing.  

The earth shook, the earth spewed its warnings, but no one heard for all the loud disorder, dissention and destruction. Chaotic noise became louder, it was now in charge, it ruled the world in selfish tones without harmony, without melody to guide them.  

The woman/child now understood the workings of wisdom; where to learn from mistakes, adjusting understanding, and leading with love in your heart was the only way to break this path of ruin, but she was also now alone.  People turned against each other;  People fought for what they called rights.  She had to learn what these rights meant, and when she did she realized they were just another form of self destruction.  We can’t have one right that takes away another’s rights.  No one agreed to what was right or what was wrong.  

The clouds came and went; the earth tore itself into twos, and then into threes, and fours and fives; the earth became so divided that no one person knew where they needed to stand without falling into an abyss so wide there would be no way to climb out.

The woman walked back to the sea; tore through the sea-grasses, climbed the wall of shells and trudged across the sticky blood on the sand, then dove into the polluted water of the ocean and swam and swam until her heart gave out and lost all of its love for the human race.  

The sea creatures came to her.  The shells floated back to the shoreline, in hopes that someday they would be picked up again by another innocent little girl who loved the earth with all of her heart.

April 23, 2015


On Change:  A video about Addiction by Ilana Simons
My thoughts on this "story video" are /in progress\  

As with all change, it's a progression…
A life changing progression  
Addiction, can it also mean obsession?
Drink one, drink two
stop, stop!

The stop light turns red
I wait for you

The drink goes untouched
The wait becomes too much

I step off the curb
A honking car is heard

Wait, yells a voice in my head
Too late, she’s dead

Drink number three removes the body from self,
outside of self are the city streets, racing cars, honking, blaring noisy cars to dare you, to dare you to step off the curb, into the lane of self destruction.
Listen, not to yourself, but to the street’s taunt. Listen.  Wait.

Do you really want to step off the curb?  
Wait, before it’s too late.

Freeze the frame
What is your aim?

I step into traffic, a car grazes my thigh….brushed aside, I stumble.
Who cares, I’ll do it again, I’m not in trouble.

The noise is deafening….a defining moment, I hurt.
I step back to the curb, again, this time with blood on my shirt.

I sit  
I wait

I’m thrown out of the bar
I go back to my car

In city streets, I honk my horn
I look down at my pants, the seam is torn

Blood marks this day of atonement
Self destruction rendered nil at this moment

Back up, park, wait
before it’s too late

The tiger sleeps, I miss you
I miss the dreams that have become so few

The heart waits….then moves on
Knowing today you are gone

April 12, 2015

A Silver-White Pearl

I loved you
your eyes, the color of night
I loved you
your skin, a pale light
I loved you
your hair, dark and bright
I loved you

you slipped out of my hand
a wave caught you and rolled you
around in the sand
then carried you away from me
I let you go
you belonged to the sea

April 10, 2015

Lost On A Breeze

Smile, Smile, Smile came the sound of the brook. It runs, it tumbles, it splashes the sides of the stream bed.  Smile, smile, smile it says as I cry. Cry. Cry.

The little girl sat by the edge of the running brook, and as she bent over the rock she saw her reflection in the shallow water. The glimmer of her face in a sparkling drop; a school of fish swam side by side, and as her tear struck the rock, it splashed onto the fish and stunned them still. Still. Still.

They could not move forward, nor backward, nor up nor down.  Still, they became still.  The sound of the brook became silent.  Silent.  Silent.

She lost her love in a single tear.  The little girl was a woman, Gone.  Gone.  Gone,  out to sea in a sailboat, lost. Lost. Lost.  The fish looked at the woman and smiled. Smiled. Smiled...but the woman’s heart broke in a million pieces and fell into the brook, onto the fish, and the rivulets and the fish carried the pieces away.  

Away. Away out to sea, never to be seen, never to be seen.  Never to be seen again.  A broken heart flies across the sea, caught in the sails, forever open to a wayward breeze.

April 8, 2015

A Kiss or Two

I could feel her breath cascade across my cheek

two lips touch, and then part in silence
I back away, blushing and meek

She let us go, with a raise of her hand
knowing this kiss could be the last
as whispers were heard across the land

Narrow margins separate our voices
Worlds apart tell hurtful stories
Yet, I return, owning my choices

A kiss or two, or maybe three
love sews and binds hearts together
showing the world this is you, this is me

April 6, 2015

Haiku ~ Shelter, Silent Nights

hold me, hold me close
shelter in dreams of nightmares
close my eyes gently

whisper words of love
with hands clasped and held with mine
never let me go

Silent Nights
dogs bark to red moon
broken light outshines the night
winds hush closing doors

curtains flap the sill
silver streaks dart from behind
forever longing

Hear the aged stories
spoken in tongues across time
He rests gentle souls

March 30, 2015


She writes:
What are the "rights", the rights of all of us?
Are they equal, are they just? Are they right for all of us?

The wrongs, the rights, it’s gotten out of sight!
Who fights for our rights, when we can’t put up a fight?

The states screw us, the politicians screw us
All we want to do is live in peace without fuss

The world is in turmoil, the religion’s in distress
Who knows who’s fighting whom, and for what, when all is a mess?

Countries will be fought
Killings will not stop
Time runs out, time doesn't stand still
The clock struck, I took my bitter pill
When rights are a no show
That’s when it’s time to go
Time to say goodbye, I made my last call
I gave it my best shot, I gave it my all

March 26, 2015

crooked path

you’re lost
I’ll find you
I see you
you float
locked away
tangled hair
I hold you
“…….the tiger leapt, and the swallow dipped her wings in dark pools on the other side of the world” vw

March 24, 2015


The angle of the sun bent across the horizon, deepening meadows and hillsides into amber, blue, orange and reds.
Sorrow floated in the air like aimless moats, forgetting where they began, forgetting their purpose.
Winter dies a slow death, cascading snow drifts burying the visuals and memories of earth, lost far beneath the cold hard pack, lost to the sun.
Spring tries, day after day, month after month, all in vain to winter’s determination, lost to time and arctic air.
One day a squirrel scampers by the side of the old red barn, ears perked and alert to change, soon a soaring hawk narrows its vision, then loses sight.
Life goes on, into the next season, where spring is born, glorious spring peaks a tiny blossom up through the earth, up into light.


Spring awakens with the sounds of metal dragging the ground, out numbering the bird calls, the mill is jarred out of slumber
Men walk the lane, shuffling feet recognize the path to the tunnels, loving the day, the air, the clean, spring air
The day grows long, once the light is dimmed and abandoned, while men work deep underground
Silver, gold, copper, a line is pushed, the metal fragments fit into the mold, molten scraps turned to liquid
Bombs and bullets are born
Men die

March 23, 2015

Time Traveler

where does time go, when does it end?
how do I put a spin on it

trying to defend

is it worth a penny, a nickel, or a dime?
spending my days in the counting

money buys not time

March 19, 2015

Hidden Tracks

I hear the call of a white lightning train
listen, she said, listen
an ear pressed close to a cold railroad track
listening, listening
vibrating thunder eclipsed in the rain

blinded by deluge obscuring the air
see, she said, see
standing to watch, stepping out of its way
seeing, seeing
long shadowed landscapes crossing her lair  

March 18, 2015

Time Will Tell

dry, hot, earthly dust
lakes, rivers, life abandoned
thirst rages forward

selfish clouds decay
no rain to nourish roots, leaves
God save us in time

March 15, 2015

Sail On

a strange land is here
another era in time
a past life has gone

sail across oceans
horizons and turbulence
down beneath the sea

waves stilled with breezes
life hungers and groans for more
gone to lands beyond

March 13, 2015


reaching out to touch the wooden night stand
the surface feels smooth to the palm of the hand
seeing with your heart this stand at night
tears well and fall, hindering vision from sight

memories catch and hurt, deep in your throat
on a crest of a wave, you surrender and float

cold numbs, once love, and the wind blows free
eyes burn then close, nights hungry sea

March 10, 2015

Whiplash Politics

"Today, as President Obama and his Administration are engaged in negotiations to prevent Iran from gaining a nuclear weapon, Republican senators sent a letter to Iranian leadership aimed at sabotaging these negotiations.
Let's be very clear: Republicans are undermining our Commander-in-Chief while empowering Iran’s hardline ayatollahs. Republicans don’t know how to govern, but they do know juvenile political attacks. They're undermining our Commander-in-Chief out of spite."

First you see it, then you don’t...then you are broadsided by verbal abuse...
is it sabotage?
is it treason?
  is it criminally laden hatred?

Will we sweep it under the rug, or bring charges to bear down upon this insanity taking hold of our government and the people of our nation?
Where will it end, will it ever end?  
Insane prejudicial outrage against Barack Obama, our President of the United States  


These are your congressional leaders
Where do YOU stand?