Do you want to go with me
....to the high school football game
....and afterward a burger joint
....as we play the dating game ?

Do you want to go with me
....down the church's wedding aisle
....then on a modest honeymoon
....where we both could love and smile?

Do you want to go with me
....to our first place (a mobile home)
....set on a country piece of land
....where birds flock and rabbits roam?

This love that crept in unawares, 
established many hours, days, 
and years of thought
and energy inspired, 
that like a ball once thrown 
rolls on so far, 
encouraged creativity and verve,
gave visions, images and sheer delight,
allowed to go so deep 
its there to stay,
the heart just follows sheepishly,
it sings the old refrain,
it never fades 
like dawn and dusk,
that colours many skies,
it never dies. 

GOING HOME II

I can’t go back
It’s been too long.
too many yesterdays
are gone.
there are no more gardens
no more trees to shade
no familiar voices
no warm embraces
no one to see or hold
and who I was then
has died with each of them.
I'm lost and don't belong.

Going Home Antonin Dvorak BYU Choir - YouTube

The ghost moon of autumn yet hovers in the west
While golden rays of the sun emerge in the east.
Celestial movements bringing in the tide,
Waves cascading upon the sandy beach collide.

Fresh breeze does a good day signify
And sea gulls happily dance in the sky.
A worker kneels and gives his thanks,
For good fortune as the new day embarks.

He is wrapped in the warmth of a new birth
Urged to go forth and toil upon the earth.
His iron blade turning the black sod over,
Then disked smooth into a brown velvet texture.

wake
candle struggles in its depths
cuddling the wall of wax

turntable spins the disc
the click
like static
an empty line
lays
waiting

fix me striation
like a snapped string
on our worn Gibson

give me your vision
your deep echo thoughts
like a voice from
a wood chamber

ere she rests
beneath this mantle of
morn'

mantle of red
tangled like a nest
features soft
not under duress

and skin the hushed
soft tone of moonlight

Someone whispered something in my ears,
I felt it very close to me,
looked around to see its source,
found nothing but the sweetness of those words.

Someone said something in my dream,
Those beautiful eyes were looking at me.
That sweet voice had said something,
When I asked it said nothing.

And then someone did something,
Something I never ever expected,
A downpour of water on my face,
and those sweet words repeated,
"Good Morning To You Son".

A man for all seasons
He's cool as a breeze
He's colourful as fall
He floats like a cloud
He can like thunder be loud

He's fast as lightning
He brings summer with his smile
He can scold and be cold
He can have a dry wit

He has eyes that can freeze
He'll spring to please
Whatever the weather
You won't meet better

The stolen rivers of desire,
where have they run to?
To the valleys where shy birds sing?
Branches quiver with their hopping.
Leaves give shadowed cover there.

And I will always, always love you
now and when I die.

The rivers run to pools of light,
reflecting stillness in the morning
when all expects
the day to bring on fire.

And I will always, always love you
now and when I die.

sex lust and love no sin

virgin
there is no sin
but the sin of condemning others,
out of love,
lust and sexual
innate desires
comes out a newer creation …

if sex were to be sin
or for that matter lust
only masturbate then all humans must
just leave all sins closeted ….

but by the way
who in hell,
if not on earth is to decide

what is sin?

what is a free ride
both enjoy at the hour of secrecy,
they try to maintain
yet you call it sin

Oh! O what a shame

i.

Yesterday
I was arguing with you
about love and falling in and out
of love.
This morning, like sunlight
the golden Buddha rises, laughing. The sound
of laughter like sunlight
Sometimes we laugh together. It's
the best we can do. I don't know
why.

ii.