PATCHWORK QUILT

colors fading
into grey
edges frayed
and stitches torn
to undone
no use to anyone
pieces old and worn
good to clean up.
metamorphsis into rag
then to ashes
then to dust.

No one has the right
to question an author
why he wrote such and such,
you have no power to comment
on ones character,
twill be considered blasphemy
and ye all ought to know it.

yet all folks have the birthright to condemn,
within frames of decency
then say what one may
but wait what authority
in heaven or earth
does bestow upon you
the power to judge

you are just another self centered identity
this much said should be sufficient,
for bloated personalities

Outer Valance

No words can ensnare the soft waves
of ecstasy that break the shores of our bodies
It is as twilight at dusk and dawn
where the creamy orange flame of day
meets the blue-black velvet sky
When truth is rich in the quiet moments
and whispers of passion are released
through primal cries of pleasure
and eyes are held wide open
to catch the fringed outlines
of youthful fire and smiles
that hold a lifetime of hidden desires