October 19, 2006 Golden Glow 11 years burning Our genetic connection burning bridges our passion doesn’t make us the same. Before we could meet you went dark & graved. Come down from Heaven & sit awhile I promise I won’t place any blame. Need guidance from father’s eyes even though we’ve suffocated the flames. Mother’s rain fell hard that independence morning after reading your name. She confessed I was the only thing left of you she had that she could hold onto. Never cursing your name. Lovi...

Golden Glow If burning bridges was a passion we'd both be left to blame for lighting that one and only flame. Come down from Heaven and sit awhile I promise I won't place any blame. Come down from Heaven if only for awhile let's watch the glowing of the flames. You burned the bridge that lead to me I burned the image you gave and yes I burned that bridge that lead to me.

Inflexiblity is the key to ignorance. We've been locked in our closets by those who've sought not our love not our compliance who've sought not our growth but our subservience. But the key to our freedom is in our hands we need only give ourselves permission to unlock our door. For fear confirm life and we shriek from it's pain if you protest your uniqueness you are not your own authority.

Rose covered grave Time after time through all things learned a star burns & turns earthward to be caught by a childs eye gazing out the window in the house by the side. The rose garden climbs it's fence of wood and frogs sing in waters so blue rose maid tends to her garden she's true clipping the best for her room. Content clouds change shape again raining an image we can't shake from our heads one of childhood,like a schoolyard day playing kickball on an awkward stage a day will come when w...

Poet's nervous breakdown Poet's nervous breakdown it's just a matter of time but what is it after all this matter of time, a nervous break? The Poet's nervous breakdown, you won't want to be around. It's the pill that puts off time a broken pencil or a torn heart lost loves or framed art. Stump of a tree,smashed window,punched walls flat tires,drugs,booze, a pregnent teen a kitten in a tree. A woman with a black eye, a woman that just passes by a dented door,a grave robber with your mother's...

Awkward marching stage It was years ago,I was part of that parade Playing my trombone on the marching stage fear lives in me to this day. I could not play it. With trombone in hand & pressed to lips I pretend to be part of the whole just tring to fit in. Still I tried with marching feet To play in the band,way off beat. It was years ago on that marching stage so what if I was out of key? People started booing & throwing things at me. An awkward marching stage That could not break There's my m...