the world inside

the world outside can be so hard
as inside gets in the way
the world inside was dealt a card
the outside will have to play

neverland but never had a life

he was a child who never grew
who was plunged into a world
that he couldnt do
so he built his neverland
to have a world he fit in
at hand
his life was a mystery
fodder for history
he was questioned and tormented
but he never repented
his talent unequaled
there will be no sequel

michael will no longer dance in the round

farrah

she lived a life that seemed so large
like she had it all, like she was in charge
but underneath her celebrity
was a wounded soul of fragility
and finally this soul of a dancer...
lost her fight against the darkness of cancer
leaving her family, lovers and friends
who stood buy her until the end
we will remember her everywhere
her glowing smile
her flowing hair

video

i run to music as a hiding space,
to try to change my crying face
i run to music when things feel bad
i also run there when things feel glad.
i run to music because i run,
with music getting there is all the fun.
i run to music to neutralize
all the reason i cannot dry my eyes.
i run to music its sounds its sights
to quiet another sleepless night.

i wink therefore i am

i am a poetess and a baby boomer
anything else is just a rumor
sometimes i dabble in reason
not rhyme
but that does not happen...
most of the time
i laugh at my own jokes
cause im funny
just ask me and ill tell
dont ask then, honey
life is much to short
to quibble and quirk
have a glass of port
then its back to work

un rest

as i prepare for sleep, unmake my bed
a thought keeps rattling around my head
will things improve when i awake
or will this world still be filled with the same mistakes?
will somewhere somehow, some learning take place
some real soul churning, a kindness space

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

the sunshine danced on the window sill. a bird sang softly, in the morning chill. the leaves on the trees rustling their refrain...at times gently tapping the window pane

nighty night

Nighty night the skies are bright
A bird is resting, from his flight
A cat is prowling in search of food
A wolf is howling for her brood
The moon is silvery large and round
Illuminating all she found

u main

the first step toward an enlightened, humane consciousness is the recognition and acceptance by people that humans are NOT the top dog, that they are not somehow better than other living things...to put the e in human to equal humane, people have to internalize their true place as equal partners in the garden known as earth, and to do the most with their borrowed time here