A true woman should not be judged for what she does
But for the reason behind what she is doing
Whether wrong or right
It’s her choice to choose
And only she decides ...
Friendly backstabbing and outright lies
As watchers watch with downcast eyes
They clap as their chosen prey falls and dies
While not one person among them mourns or cries
But a word should be ...
An invitation, my poet, writer and artistic friends;
be we apart, separated by time and distance.
Come, celebrate, share and extend
that which binds us; the life blood of our existence.
Words, images, created ...
I am vain, arrogant and proud; I am a world famous poet;
these are my virtues, my vices I will not expound.
You can find me on Google. Yes, I know it.
I ...
My mother died last December, she was 83.
My sons' mother died three years ago, on yesterday's date.
I received a phone call from my younger son;
How do you feel on this ...
I jump and dive with weightless unrestraint
No longer caring if I’m a sinner or a saint
What good are these labels, if I’m suffocating inside?
Can their judgments hurt me, if I’ve ...
Humanity is lost
The world wonders in the dusk
What has been predicted has come to past
The final days are here
Like hearing a clock ticking near and near
Everyone runs in fear
Like tiny ...
Life in all its shades, Be them light or be them dark, Leave a stain on the memory, A deep indelible mark. From some we learn lessons, Only repeating ...
I still want to believe in Wonderland and unicorns
I want to believe that life is more than a sleight-of-hand
But when will my very own knight-in-shining-armor come riding in?
I need more ...
I wish I could not feel anything at all
So whenever I fall I can rise back up, tall
Without no hesitation, regret nor despair
Because sometimes it hurts more to even ...
You can’t see my velvety, feathery wings,
But I soar with the wind in all of my dreams.
You can’t hear the magnificent songs I sing,
But inside of my soul beautiful sounds ...
I can be who I like here, a small fish in an ocean of information.
I can pick and choose what to believe, what to share.
A speck in cyberspace, my reality ...
I woke up this morning; nature of the game:Sleep, wake up, it’s the in between that counts.To awake is one thing; have a purpose to get up,Face the day is ...
PROLOGUE
A short update on the previous saga of Aunt Alice and Spot. Intended for those that have forgotten, or, for those who would like to forget the cost of their ...
As I was taking a stroll over life’s bridge
Between two clouds and a narrow ridge
I noticed an older gentlemen up ahead
Hands folded, eyes closed and a bowed head
His silent contemplation ...
I am
I am that I am
I am what I was
I am what I will be
Neither add nor subtract,
multiply or divide the seconds in a day.
Spend them well, and decide:
That is ...
Cosmic oceans, so many words (10 to the power of what?).
Pick, choose, juggle and rearrange: all been said before, has it not?
Change the world, Illumination Inc. Hardly, darkness dwells too ...
From diapers, pretend high heels and then a wedding dress
My father held my hand through my baby wails and until I said yes
My early years soon became an assortment of ...
I can be who I like here, poet, beggar man or thief;
a king or a clown; witty and clever, cynical or droll.
Confess my sins; count my virtues to extoll.
Here I ...
Greetings, my friend; please have a seat.
Life's so busy; so seldom we meet.
Been thinking, have thoughts to share.
No, alas, I do not have any beer.
Coffee and tea are my chosen ...
A mermaid moves through Michelangelo's
dream-of flawless form she strips him of his
vision , charcoals her face on his chest, shows
her faded face briefly as he wakes. Myths
are made by mermaids ...
Tell me, how deep is your analysis, what does it mean?
To fix an event, a concept into tradition or lexicon, of what:
Philosophy, Religion, Politics, Literature (how about Pedagogy)?
Will it feed ...
There are ugly trolls underneath life’s bridge
There are dangerous dragons over every ridge
So I’m girding my loins and lacing my battle gear
I’ll storm the shores with this ink-filled spear
I’ll right ...
I Am
The one you clutched your purse away from,
Assuming I was going to cause harm,
When I stopped to ask you for directions,
as I was in a new town and lost.
I ...
