One red rose he placed next to her
He whispered I love you
The wetness from each pedal
Came from the morning dew
The ground was white with snow
That glistened from the Sun
Footsteps and footprints followed one by one
The drops falling down each cheek
From the tears that he cried
Reminded him the love that they shared
The times before she died
Her casket was a bit of grey with a small amount of silver lining
The Sun set off a glare and it shimmered from the shining
Her lips were softly colored

On a dark cloudless night
I peered into the sky
When suddenly I saw a
Shimmer of light
My heart could not deny.
I glared upon the surface
Of a love that couldn't last,
Then pierced inside a broken heart
With memories from the past.
It's gleaming streams of rays
Touched the teardrops falling down
And gently wiped away the hurt
From which my heart was bound
I shivered as my heart let go
Of dreams I had of you
And mended back my broken heart
That once was torn into.

The lingering sound of festive music
still plays in my head as when I was young.
Now it seems to be far away,
a murmur of my youth.
The distanced chime of happiness
which I can not capture in my aging mind

That special morning I waited upon without sleep,
now arrives
without the slightest inclining that it is here
No Bells, no horns,
no thought of a red cladded bearded fat man
seem to appear

Humanity's only task
Is to love.
Its only purpose
Its only knowledge
Is to love.
All it wants to do
All it needs to do
Is find something
To love
In each form;

The love
Of the mind.
The love
Of the heart.
The love
Of the soul.
And the love
Of the self.
All of them are
Necessary.
All of them are paths
To meaning.

Hard gray and frozen day
Hunkered down in a dunescape drear
Tight lipped and knee hugging cold
Back to the offshore wind

No gull no footprint seen
As stiffly rising to face an angry surf
Begins an aimless solitary wander
Amid the scattered shells

Tide pool ripples to and fro
Bending reflections past and present
As low rustling sea oat whispers
Soft bring quiet musings

Hard clouds on sand on sea
Be hung in forlorn dismal aspect
Casting the chill sullen vista of
A lover’s eyes gone cold

Neftlix, Hulu, autumn elaeagnus
thorns, small hairy buds, twigs hyper-lenticelled
fruits supposedly edible, leaves elongated, oblong
xerophytic but found in wetland
introduced species, some say invasive

Xbox is invasive
Hulu is the best source of foreign films
and foreign films represent reality better than American
although reality is not always what we're after
silliness, silly sadness, and relentless laughter

A one-man army,
Foes being two hundred millions,
I won in an hour;
With no shield, no sword, no guns,
I built a realm in ten months.

A one-man kingdom,
All the gates and doors being locked,
I ate, drank and danced;
With no friend, no foe, no kin,
I slumbered all day and night.

A Life in a cell,
Seven heavens being in there,
I drooled for more lands;
With no mission, no vision,
I dreamed to build an empire.

The whole world is a lunatic asylum,
All human beings are insane;
I know this world is not mine,
Neither am I fallen.

I bathe in the sea of silence,
I surf on the murmuring waves;
I enjoy the jingling pebbles,
I sunbathe on the shining shore.

I listen to the twitter of loneliness,
I keep gazing at the fallen feathers;
I write lines of melancholy,
I enjoy all heavenly fruits.

My solitude is my heaven,
This world is not mine, neither am I fallen.

Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it

All Hallows Eve

Waxing Gibbous moon is bright
on this cool October night
making shadows in the trees
with the help of autumn’s breeze

strolling down a country lane
passing harvests on the wane
pumpkins huddled in a field
wait their turn to be revealed