Speed away time
in the rear-view mirror
Red-shifting days
gone is the year

Think coming months
I beg of you
Oh, crimson tide
shift now to blue

still is the night
no sounds of rain
or soft landing flakes
not one tweeting bird
no bunnies dash with haste
i couldn’t hear a mouse
i couldn’t see my own face
in the stillness of the night

not one disturbance
with the exception of i
though i lay awake
resting in my own hide
a growing belly and a chest ever so tight
we must not disturb
the still of the night

The golden roman shield like
disc above glinting
Like a polished coin Punching the

Sky waking it up. The Feathered
snipered hungry cadaver eyes circling
Watching as I look above. crys of

Starvation. Below the scorching
Grain biscuit. The Devils sauna pit

The air as dry as dust
My body already claimed
My soul over to hell to satan

to gold sprinkled dust

A spouse that remains loving and caring
A family that believes in sharing

The report that no illness exists
The everyday temptations we resist

The work that stimulates my mind
The everyday help our workers find

The thoughts that life is so dear
A gift from God that allows us here

The possibilities we know can be
The help we clearly can see

As we get older each day
We tend to think and pray

Whatever tomorrow can bring
Provide us with the bells that ring

Boo's kitchen was a wondrous place,
Filled with love and plenty of grace.
For though it was humble and small,
It held enough food to feed an army tall.

Boo's table was always full,
Brimming with dishes, oh so colorful.
Recipes written in polish charm,
Passed down from generations with arms.

The aroma of spices filled the air,
As 50's country music blared.
Boo would dance and sway around,
Her kitchen was her sacred ground.

Of all things said, of all things spoken,
Of all messages delivered from mind's pregnancy,
To caress those cords, forcing sleeping lips to wake,
Of all words birthed, all plans taken,
What must be done must be done, actions bring legacy

Of all things said, of all things believed alive,
Of all promises decorated in the heart's parlour,
Entertaining future harvest, pleasant not pallor,
Of all hopes sustained, all trust maintained,
What must be done must be done, let those words come alive.

(Co-author: Candlewitch)

A life defined by actions
Transformed to memories
To sustain or condemn it
These are its defining keys

Nature is definitive
The tides ebb and flow
The sun is there to shine
So too the moon will glow

On the resplendent horizon
A life comes to a close
Having been well-lived like
The beauty of a budding rose

Tally all those memories
Compute the final balance
Add weight to those most cherished
To the rest, give no substance

It's forever the rainbow
But never the rain
Everyone adores joy
But everybody despises pain

The sun gets all the praise
The moon is deemed dark
Street lights are vibrant
The differences are stark

What I'm trying to say
If you haven't figured it out
All focus on happiness
As for me, I don't doubt

Without the darkness of night
We wouldn't appreciate the sun
We wouldn't know absence of sorrow
If we lived our lives having none

Of all the snakes upon this land,
One that shines above them all,
The definition of perfect beauty,
That flows with nature's call.

This weighty water serpent winds,
Through states that number four,
Born of humble, small beginnings,
Towards the Pacific it will roar.

Tributaries help to carve the way,
Through forest and thirsty plain,
Giving life to nature's wonders,
The farmer's crops it will sustain.

I sit alone
in the dark
thinking about the journey of the sun,
its coming and going -

leaving me,
then finding me hours later
donning my same skin.

I rise to turn on a lamp,
then stop, content to linger in these
last delicate moments of this day,

eager to know the friendship of tomorrow,
and indebted to the loyalty of every yesterday.