The other side of the mirror
takes you to your desire,
where you wish to be you are.

There is brick, trees and cloudless blue sky
stretched, blurred and distorted
atop seemingly still water moving
to the fall, away from the distant reflection.

You walk by Vandenberg’s Pavilion
Where the river's shallow
is like glass – clear to bottom.

But stretching from that far side
is the rich sound of train rumble,
you cannot see it,
but yes, the trucks – unheard.

His duality baffles me

He shows us his submissiveness, the tender side
yet when the time comes, he puts on his shining armor
rages into battle, challenging those we never would have tried
then coming home with the produce, like a cheery farmer

His character exasperates me

His werewolf self takes the silver arrow
All while helping others who got pricked by life
Show some weakness, we know it exists however narrow!
Be human for once, just stop the godly jive.

His charm enrages me

Granny was a widow, Gramps died in 45,
So off she went to the USA, a greyhound she did ride,
Through wide open spaces she'd never seen the like
Till at last she came to Cali' and there she parked her bike.

She cleaned and scrubbed in a hospital ward,
Cedars of Lebanon was its name
There she met many film stars
She'd only seen on the silver screen.

She loved the states, made many friends
Went back and forth o'er the years.
When home she had a little flat
But her heart was there 'twas clear.

Causal energies of fundamental essence,
Manifest in the representation of our mind,
Philosophers discuss in midnight sessions,
As the nature of the truth they desire to find.

Inquiring into the nature of mental machines,
Within the synapses and wirings of the brain,
Wandering through our introspective dreams,
Our enlightenment is pure but partly insane.

Causal energies of fundamental essence,
Manifest in the representation of our mind,
Philosophers discuss in midnight sessions,
As the nature of the truth they desire to find.

Inquiring into the nature of mental machines,
Within the synapses and wirings of the brain,
Wandering through our introspective dreams,
Our enlightenment is pure but partly insane.

When I Win the Lottery...

I will always remember
that O, money, money, money
but only a tangible thing
That brings one’s wish come true
to buy a nice gift like
a new Mercedes car,
sparkling jewelry diamond
and a big mansion home

O, money, money, money
but only a tangible thing
to give what the heart is asking for
make a world difference
embrace with a gratitude feeling
bring a smile to the joyous face
to make one rich and famous

Her feelings and attachments
always felt messy.
Wild and uncharted too.

Attending to them was work for us both.
Broken sometimes works out,
but I had to walk away this time.

Not because I didn't care,
but I just couldn't breathe underneath
the weight of all her damage.

SOMEBODY IS MISSING

So, are we all gathered here
I’ll do a headcount to be sure
Five of us, but we should be six
This leaves us in a bit of a fix
All of us went through that door
Jim’s the medic, there’s his gear

Jon, did you check the display
It would have shown us as light
Maggie – wasn’t Jim with you
And wasn’t Ken with him too
This portal isn’t working right
I hope we can get back today

My wife
Was always there
Providing love and care
And now she is gone forever
My spouse

give me a memory in which your voice does not sound like receding footsteps / give me a memory in which my father does not chase me out of the house for daring to look him

straight in the eye / give me a truth that isn't bitter enough for me to spit out lies / give me a dream in which my brother isn't lying too still on the bed / give me enough

strength in these fingers to write a new world into existence / give me a starry night that doesn't end with me screaming myself awake / give me an early afternoon that doesn't