Peek A Boo

The sun came out
no doubt -
the minute the work week
came about...

Shinning bright
with a teasing grin...
it's alright though
I'll have it again.

Sweet golden rays
shine down to say -
the rain is gone
come out and play!

Thanksgiving

Trees
Health
Animals
Necessities
Kia
Safety
God
Insurance
Volunteering
Income
Nation
Goals

Obstacles

It's a blind wall -

no one seems to care at all...

how it's built

or just how tall -

the top can make

one feel so small.

If you're not careful

how you crawl -

you just might

tumble down and

fall.

Secrets

Sit in an office,
a house,
or a mall -

Nothing...
I mean Nothing
is as it seems.

Every eye
holds a secret -
noone knows.

Every person
has a closet -
full and crowded.

Can't let out
those skeletons
duck and turn the corner...

again.

I look around
the secret few -
they don't know

that I do.

Funny..
relieving actually -
everybody is a little

sneaky.

Carnival Days

Caramel apples,
silver name plate
bracelets

The smell of hay
the good ole days...

Cotton candy
mud on your shoes -
a haunted house.

Crayons in yellow,
orange, red and brown -
pumkins and turkeys

hanging around...

Darkness comes early
bedtime is warm -
oatmeal in the morning...

fall charm.

Fire place ashes
warm socks,
cold floor...

Crisp leaves,
chilly nights -
yard raking chores.

Nuts on the hearth...
Marshmellows
roasting -

Sipping
hot chololate -
all nice and toasty.

Wet Truth

The truth is in the tears -

it will never be better,
it will never go away,
it will never be like it is
for the others...

smiles -
will never be for real,
laughter will never be
genuine...

not in this lifetime
at least not mine.

People -
will never really be there,
they really do not care
unless it's about theirs...

look at the phone
there is noone to call,
who can help at all,
not when you fall...

not when your heart
is alone and broken,
not when your dreams
are unspoken...

not when your life
is a token of pain
again...

the truth is in the tears -

has been all
of these years.

Mountains

October skies
leave images of mountains
as my eyes peak open -

first thing in the morning...

October skies
hang low over the windy breeze
with the chilly blow -

last thing in the evening...

puffy and pretty
as far as the eye can see
homemade cloud mountains -

made just for me.

What Matters

When you die
it won't matter...

your credit rating -
the size of your house -
the car you drove -
or designer tags...

When you die
what matters goes with you...

your dreams,
your talents,
your skills,
your childhood memories...

the way you treated
your fellow man -
helpless animals -
and hopeless people...

The halls you walked
will be empty...
The house you cleaned
will get dirty...
The people you knew
will move on...

and life will be gone
as you have moved on -

to be with God...

all that really matters
in the end.

Road Trip

I want to go to
Scottsdale, Arizona -
maybe pick up
a straw hat on the road to
California...

I want to ride down
Route 66 -
I want to find a bar
in the middle of
the sticks.

I want to see
the mountains -
with the desert
in my rear
view mirror -

can anything be clearer...

than Scottsdale,
Arizona -
following the pavement
on the road to
California.

Realizations

Empowerment...
Taking control of anything -
and everything...

mind, body and spirit.

If something isn't working
find another way
if something is broken...

fix it.

Quality of life
is about living it
to the fullest...

to the smartest.

No dress rehearsals
No do overs
here and now...

is it!

Needs

Noone needs anyone,
because there is
noone to need...

Ties that bind you -
are ties that need
to be freed...

He said -
do you know
how sick of it I get -

I do -
I feel the same
I say forget all of it.

Love -
fades, turns into
an ice cold shade...

wasting nights,
wasting days -
while misery is made...

I feel -
a cold change
is in the air...

soon -
these times will all
become quite clear...

and this
page will turn -
to new chapters here.

Observations

The barren woman
searches -
runs, screams, cries
for the child
she never had...

The lonely man
cringes -
as he steals again
from another man
his wife...

The wife
in lonely pain -
flees in fear,
hides from the man
always near...

The friend
looks the other way -
as another is dropped
from life
drifting away...

The artist
full of fame -
shows their talent
in vain
into lifeless shame...

The people
share the same -
craziness that has
run from rampant
to insane.

Consequences

It has evaporated
for all of them -
It is different now
than it was then...

The eyes are dark
souls sucked away -
I have memories
of the good ole days...

if they were
that at all -
even the happy
and so friendly fall...

neighborhoods,
they come and leave -
friendships,
can guarantee deceit...

Fulfillment
can not be found -
by those who
have let you down.

Sweet Sleep

At night -
I wonder why
you visit me...

it brings back memories,
a time when I
was young and free...

The world
ahead with dreams of life -
before reality and strife.

I see your vision again
and sleep so deep
my long lost friend...

I couldn't keep.

I wonder now if I could
go back to then
what would I begin -

I feel quite lonely
as life goes by
comforted with a silent cry...

Many times
I wonder why
this is where my life lies.

I'm letting go
of most things I know -
I suppose it's the only way to grow.

Goodbye to my past
that didn't last
it sure went by fast.

Vicariously

At my moms age she rode -
her and her husband
of many many years...

far,
her on back
clinging tight...

through the desert,
through the valley,
through the Grand Canyon...

He stayed with her -
3 kids - 5 grand
dogs and land

wise man -
never would
abandon them...

she stresses at work
day after day -
she was happy

to get away.

A man and wife
for real - the real deal
sharing their lives...

on a motorcycle
nothing more -
fear and all

they rode.

Saw Indians,
rock formations,
God's creation...

and appreciated it all.

Some people are gifts -

she said
the purpose is
to help other people -

learn
from mistakes
yours and others,

to live life -
not just exist
before you die...

and meet your final
destination
in the sky.

Cycles

The wind
is rolling in
darkness falls
early again...

as summers end -

beckons trees
to lose their leaves,
and hybernate
from the chilly breeze...

that will show
a lonely snow
maybe once
before it goes

cycles.

Songs

You think I love ya
though you're above me,
you think I want
you for your money...

Don't contemplate,
Don't hesitate -
I even think about ya
when I meditate...

I want your smile
it's worth my while -
to pick up the phone
and make that dial...

I'm thinking baby
that I'm in love with you -
please say this
isn't even true...

cause baby I know
this girls in love with you...

I see your face
and I'm a thinking -
I gotta go and
do some drinking...

and think about
what this is gonna do -
to our lives
both me and you...

thinking baby
that even maybe,
you and me could
misbehave...

See what two lovers
in love might do -
oh oh say this
isn't even true...

see what two lovers
like me and you -
see what two lovers
might do...

Oh oh I'm saying maybe
Don't think I'm behaving
seeing my baby
it's you.

Love

I know what it's like
to love a man -
to get lost in his mouth
and the touch of his hand...

Wanting his body
to be one with mine -
to crave it, hope it
will happen this time...

The sinful lust
can carry me away,
but I can't say no
when I want it to stay -

in that moment forever
and grasp for breath,
with his body
errupting with manliness.

His never ending
intelligence -
his laugh, his eyes
his selflessness...

The laws of attraction
keep pulling me back -
filling me up with love
there is nothing to lack...

with a self made man
to himself he is true -
a real man to protect
you him and him you.

Mute

It's hard to see the news -
the people and their views -
day after day they spew

as they say and do...

horrible things to one another
to each other -
sister and brother -
father and mother -

sad so sad,
and it's getting bad,
we've lost what we had -

this country

God
Pride
Hope
Class
Morals
Respect

gone...all gone
I guess from this point on

I'll turn it all off.

Home

It came -
It went -
It will come again...

I enjoy
the solitude -
the music in the background...

the dog beside the window.

Food cooking -
Fresh smell of paint -
Hair in hat...

relaxed.

Even if the rain patters lightly,
the sun bakes the roof
or the snow covers the treetops...

Planted by my own hand -

It is mine -
Is is my own
It is my home.