THE COSMIC MIRROR

I’ve written my soul in poetry,
let the words fall naturally
like spots of blood on paper
white pristine
metaphor, rhyme and imagery
made the telling glow and sing,
but the poison flowed from streams
of bile spurting dark truths of
pain and fear .
I stood naked to the world
In all my vulnerability,
a mirror image of Humanity,
the reflection of you and me…..

Tell me, Oh tell, where does love dwell
Is there on earth a place with grace
Tell me, oh tell, where all goes well
Can that e're be? Is there a place
Tell me, oh tell, I'm full of hell
I need to see a happy face.

When wars and hate would veil the face,
there is no place for peace to dwell.
The earth becomes a **** hell,
and keeps no place on earth with grace.
I tell you earth is not the place,
and all with vile just go so well.

Two lovers
on distant branches
plea to the wind
blow faster enough
to make us kiss
at least
the wind smiles
and
says first read this

Spreading Wings

From that far off distant lands
Humans on my page land
they love my beauty
and
I am happy
with my fragrance spreading
far and wild
and
what a delight
everywhere around the world
is within
my sight

DESOLATE PLACES

I’ve walked in desolate places
among souls dead to this world
seeking an end to their painful
delusions, trapped in their own fears,
and false perceptions, afraid of living,
terrified of dying.
where there is no light, seek the embers
of a fading flame.
where fear begins to paralyze, take one
step forward at a time; you will get there,
and when Death’s Shadow threatens,
give in with the acceptance of the end
of the human journey… and follow the
the footsteps of others.