I'm as done
as burnt ribs on a grill
forgotten under the sun
in love and war no one wins.

When an idiot tries to break you,
attempts to crush your spirit,
tells you you're no good
under the moon or sun, hold fast.

If you're broken under the hood,
feel unimportant in life,
know you're doing your best
though imperfectly, stay true to you.

An idiot who acts bipolar, spread lies
needs to be struck by lightening
then hung from a tree
by that lying, forked tongue.

The sun squints through the distant trees,
morning? evening? doesn't matter,
as a light wind lends its cool soft tease
and far limbs make the sun light scatter.

I could be on my old back deck
or on a stand in forest,deep
listening to woodpeckers peck
as the shadows slowly creep.

For this is that magic time of change,
not quite day and not quite night,
a time a lot of folks think strange
when, somehow, all the rules take flight.

Life was lived in moments
letting them slip
like sand through fingers
walking past them
leaving footprints
to be swept by a tide

little did the tide know
what those footprints had to say
the sand kept those secrets
till they wore away
like sea shells

Darling,
why are you so beautiful today?

Has the sun's flair
woven with golden strands
a pearl so fair

Your glow has shone the space
the moon has become the face
graciously dimpled with smiles;
a tempting grace

You become the hunter's bait
and my forever's fate

It's not that we haven't been in a long love affair
but Palestine,
you are especially beautiful today.