Bright light
Luminous rays
Spreading throughout the room
Casting warmness deep in my heart
I glow

Love isn't some hotel on a warm summer night
You can't pack your bags for the next flight
It isn't a first come first served company
It's a solemn oath to be the best you can be

Love isn't a game you play for a night or day
You can't just win or lose and then walk away
It isn't a warm summer day spent by the lake
It's somewhere you fight to right every mistake

Sometimes I think of good old days,
but were they really all that good?
Perhaps they have brightened by time's glaze
as I peer beneath memory's hood.

But the past can not be cured
nor brought back for any one,
just recollections old and blurred.
Like leaves they slowly become dun.

Let me tell you a secret my friend
the future has an ending point
and each will come to our own end
like the snap of a worn joint.

From deep within the woods of the sacred vine,
And celestial spiritual knit of the mistletoe knot,
Spout forth the shoots of a youth in its prime,
And legendary stories of Avalon and Camelot.

The magics of Merlin illuminating a path for the wise,
And divining the truth and knowledge for all ages,
The enlightened reflection of natures soul in the skies,
So recorded through the rhymes of the Bardic sages.

MAKING THE CUT

It’s not just in golf one makes the cut
At the very least to avoid elimination
Even that very last short distance putt
The crowd looking on in anticipation
Failure is no option, it’s anything but
The thought of missing that ovation
One can feel it right there in your gut

The end
Comes with August
Days full of sun and heat
A month consumed with summer fun
Now gone

BEST FOOT FORWARD

Neither of my feet made of wood
And with no artificial limb in sight
Stealing a march is a sort of theft
But without a parade, what is left
I never will step off with the right
Yet I think that one is just as good

Here, one must look but also see
In this hot war-torn Afghanistan
On patrol, there is always danger
The risk of death is no stranger
A best foot forward if you can
But must never step on an I.E.D

There is love in the shoes you wear
In slow blinks and tilted heads
Shift the focus, remove the grid

There is love in the shoes you wear
In full fridges and empty gas tanks
Point and shoot, the moments passing

There is love in second-hand shirts
In rushed paintings and scribbled birthday messages
Hand-printed letters for long-distance friends

On Sundays, let the dreamers take control
Coffee, books, and hooded sweaters, role
Naps to restore, snacks to nourish each soul
Messy buns and glasses, enter the day with a goal

Let imaginations run wild, and dreams unfold
To explore, discover, to be ten times bold
A happy, blissful peace unlike no other day
Conspired by the Lord above, with fortune and fate to play

My eyes, my eyes; how they hypnotize!

Our father’s eyes; my eyes!

It’s all about my eyes!

Is it him you see when you look at me?

Twisted thoughts that should never be

It’s all about my eyes!

Our mother, our mother! A witch like no other!

Burned you with scalding hot water; the water

Broke your soul, her favorite child; fourth child

Is it her you see when you look at me?

Twisted thoughts that should never be

She’s the one who hurt you, not me!