When two little girls look up at me
it can remind me how good life can be
and when I hear their voices in play
I love the funny things, they often say.

They can be happy and sometimes sad
they can be good and they can be bad
and when they smile and ask me to play
how can I not, do what they say?

One of them is six, the other one is two
without them in my life, what would I do
and if they are sad, I wipe away their tears
ready to comfort them and take away their fears.

Gay Means Be Happy

How I Wish You Were Gay
its actually as per revised titled

See so many have clicked

On the word,

Gay,

But surely it’s not that way,

In my time gay,

Was gay,

Happy,

Enjoyable,

Great fun

And

So on,

But today in this closeted minds of today,

Gay is with the rear door you play,

Be it with a woman

Or

Perhaps with another gay,

See how sex sells,

I just wrote somewhere,

The title I did display,

Was to catch all you guys

Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.

But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.

A little church of white washed wood
back when a few chestnuts yet stood
on a Mississippi forested hill
a place that I remember still

The structure raised by congregation
who worked with little hesitation
to build a place to sing and pray
once a week on the Lord's day

Heated by potbelly stove
with wood cut from a nearby grove
in summer cooled by open window
whenever the breeze chose to blow

With sparks of creativity
Ricks' life created a tune,

he finally played his last refrain
in late January, at around noon.

Throughout his life, this man named, Rick
carved out a tune one could sing along,

he was unaware he'd created a symphony
from a simple tune, from a simple song.

But, that is what he precisely did
as his soul reached down, deep to sing;

his proficiency in playing the song in his heart,
countless joys, and memories does that melody, bring.

All of my life I have tried to fly
Soaring high in the great blue skies
Gliding on dreams that were not mine
A domestication of a young life

I lived in dreams innocent and happy
Never asking; “are these my dreams?”
Never wondering where the answers
Truly lie.

Seeing life only through their eyes
And they doing the best they could
To promote the dreams they saw for me
As I fought to become free.

My my my looks like fun
speeding across ocean waters
over blue ripples
under summer sun

The cool wind mixed with warmth
blowing in my hair
under summer clouds
in a red and white boat screaming.

If only I weren't afraid
of the vast waters
enveloping my soul
taking away my breath

pearl eyes
you thin laced
sleeve
a magicians bride
of make believe

the hallow trick of streets
delight you make me
crawl of what and might

I feed you realms
I feed you alms
I slide the press
across your palms

this lamplight torch
that hisses love
in its glass case
home
broken winged
like a dove

puppeteers of realism,

Us puppeteers won’t cry real tears,
they may run down our strings.
Never be concerned about the dolls,
reap or rape what tomorrow brings.

Controlled events leave us carefree,
this we’re taught as we grow,
In summer we’ll have private beaches,
through winter we’ll ski slopes of snow.

Higher we are and here to rule,
it’s what father has done before.
Forget how life treats those fools,
they’ll keep coming back for more.

I dwell in the abstract
web of silence
spinning my net
for a catch
pouncing on a germ
with my quill and tincture
charming it
with an insane desire

Donning it
a pair of silver wings
I free it
from my web of silence
letting it flock
with birds and bees
who don
the colors of my quill