I walked into the woods today, just to clear my mind,
Searching for tranquillity or whatever I might find.
I navigated through the trees beside a rushing brook,
I couldn't find enlightenment, so I took another look.
The sights and sounds of nature were all there to behold,
Still no sign of contentment, so forward on I strolled.
I felt disappointed, as I left the woods today,
A waste of time and effort, I thought along the way.

I have observed,
A building,
Being constructed.
I saw the demolition,
Of the previous structure.
I viewed the smoothing out,
Of the soil,
On which the foundations were laid.

The strength,
Upon which a building arises,
Begins with the cement,
Being poured,
And then hardened.
On that firm base,
The timber outline emerges.

awaken the lady
wake up the lad
the housemaid
the nephew
the dear granddad

run to the river
down past the briar
fly with a bucket
the house is afire

the table, the chair
the bed and its frame
the dresser and mirror
have all gone aflame

the candle which sat
on the edge of the rail
tipped over and splattered
when Dog caught his tail

under the rocker
there on the porch
it only took seconds
to spread like a torch

I miss you
Until I remember
How your voice
Rattles my eardrums

I miss you
Until I remember
How the floor shakes
When you bound towards me

I miss you
Until I remember
How the holes in my wall
Came from your fist

I miss you
Until I remember
How you call me crazy
And psycho and weak

I miss you
Until I remember
How you said
I didn’t try hard enough

And I miss you
When I remember
This tattoo on my finger
Meant forever.

Is there a doctor in the house
Tom and Jerry get the mouse
Through each pilgrim centered flow
The harm for those who stayed home from school
Avoiding overtime is not cool
Those per a chance at a glance
Many of us lost faith in the judicial system
Trying to become the voice
Listen to the Albatross as they fly by
The socialite who kindly gets on fire
Proned to help the folly

Vemeer, Cezanne, Canova,
And so, so many more
Have each depicted beauty yet,
Their works cannot compare
With my lady.

Each time I see her there is something new
As with any great work of art,
Some subtle nuance beckons me
That sets her far apart.

Apart From any painting that in marbled gallery hangs,
Apart from any sculpture cold and white,
My lady glows and stands above
Any man made work of art.

in my prime
when things were fine
always being so kind
stepping up and flying
In all times keep trying
readying to shine
hosting nice buddies
having much goodies
eating munchy cookies
hanging in my studies

was that a crime?
Everytime I'm crying
plans burnt frying
why am i suffering?
stock stuttering
smelling like thyme
life's bitter like lime
hoping to aligne
while i'm still alive

Let the fields that cover the dust
Vanish to emptiness
Like the imprint of a bird on the sky
To unknown light again

When it receives me
The feeling of tomorrow
I could be silent walking

Peaks of the hilltop
Depths of the river
Carrying you to the source

When it receives me
The feeling of tomorrow
Bathing in promise

if your name is melancholy,
the scant tidbits I know of French.

perfect cold day to down
a cup of hot chocolate, java or joe
in tandem with an intelligent conversation
that easily doth flow
twould be more enjoyable
than spending gobs o dough
clowning around like Bozo.

A number to be reckoned with,
A lot of meaning for me,
Eleven,
Some say angel wings,
But also a connection,
With two words,
Synchronicity and alignment.

I had a vision,
Of a white bed head,
Which looked very much
Like a tombstone.
On that bed head,
In thick black writing,
Four plus seven equals eleven.

I could see it clearly,
In my dreams.
And I awoke,
With that vivid picture,
In my mind.