Mom would make them,
bake them up sweet!
They were supposed to be
the whole families treat?
I'd stand right beside her
stealing spoonfuls of batter.
When I was a kid
well, not much else mattered!
She'd criss cross the tops
and bake them together.
By the time they were finished
the aroma had gathered,
straight up in our nostrils
from off of the platter.
We'd run to the table
and take off our ball caps,
to eat them with milk
and take a long nap!

I am mountain
I am sea
I am desert
I am tree

I am the taste of salt
I am the rushing rain
I am the smell of earth rising
I am red poppies of the plain

I am universal
I am the only
I am of all present
I am of the lonely

I am your vision
I am your beam
I am your light
Your realized dream

I am the dust in the stars
The infinite being
The endless space and time
The knowing, all-seeing

In a world of Chaos, lost and alone
a soul wanders searching for home
a heart adrift, longing to belong
yet feeling like an outsider all along.
In a sea of strangers a lone figure stands
Searching connection, reaching out hands,
but the world is vast and the path is unclear
as the lost soul struggles to find their sphere.
Yet deep within, a flicker of Hope,
guiding them onward an helping them cope,
so fear not,wanderer,for your not alone
in this mad world you'll find a place to call home.

I want simplicity - a clear cut path.
I want a big yellow road sign pointing me where to go, and a GPS, kindly reminding me which exit to get off at.
I want the robed figures on my tarot cards to open their mouths and speak to me, to give me some directions I can scrawl on scrap paper and pin to my cork board.
I want my professor to teach me about purpose-
what should I do with my life? Who should I love?
Biology is boring I want the real stuff.
Tell me what clubs to join, what people to avoid.
What to eat, How to be hungry.

Her laugh is soft, it flutters
As butterfly wings in spring.
Her dark eyes wide, they sparkle
As the purest diamond ring.

She is the sweetest angel
That any man could know;
Yet deep within her ageless soul
Dark vices wrought men woe.

She loves to woo and taunt them,
To lead them on with guile,
To bring them pain and misery
Bestowed with lasvicious smile.

Her pleasure is to lure them
Bind them helpless then,
As victim snared in spider's web
Inflict pleasure close to pain.

Do you come again!
Sweet visitation,
Do you come again!

Do you swell my heart
And lift my mind,
Do you come again?

Often have I waited,
And in the waiting
I was always low.

But now the hot tear
Rolls from my eye,
kisses down my cheek.

How I am overjoyed!
Simply you are here!

Rising from the abyss raven blackness
Mist caressing following the undead.
blood thirsty for bags of dark blood.
and to feast the fist shaped life pump.
Raining

down essence of once human existence.
succulent juice Falling from the chin and
pale,

Soaked wet lips. Drinking sucking from
a scarlet stream digging in two pointed
Canines clamping on the jugular vein.

Dripping sinking pointed ruby fangs, a deep
hue like Burgundy Wine. The Hemoglobin
vital treasure a life giving red river.

Named after a flower
So bright and so sweet
With chocolate brown eyes
She was hard to beat

A German Shepherd
I've had all my days
She and my brother, oh
They were together always

She was sweet and gentle
Wouldn't hurt a fly
She loved all fiercely
Makes you wonder why

She had to die that way
After all those years
In a vet in a small town
In a room soaked with tears

She was not in pain
She was only sleeping
But as it all ended
I prayed I was dreaming

Wistful wandering eyes
scattering across
the cool colorless
cloud filled skies.
Desperately
digging through
its shallow
shades of white
in search
for some subtle
sight of light .

During these minutes before dawn
along this trail i walk upon
rugged woods far from the fen
I seek refuge once again.
Into the forest I am drawn.

The world of men has gone insane
news of naught but war and pain
and the hatred all of this has borne
leaves hopes of peace of mind forlorn
so toward a refuge I now strain.