mist

to those once with us,
who no longer remain,
we feel your loss,
and it causes pain.
but we know you are
in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth
with us never enough,
yes we go on,
but at times it is rough.

the wolf spirit

The wolf spirit is like a beautiful song
One can feel it forever, it is never too long
The wolf spirit is like the freedom of clouds
Hovering ever so gently, with head held so proud
The wolf spirit dances in sunshine and rain
In all four of our seasons, without any disdain
The wolf spirit lives in the mountains up high
Its grandeur is endless, it can touch the sky
The wolf spirit belongs to all who live on earth
It will live forever, no one can measure its worth

a little kindness please

A little kindness please
If you don’t mind
No life should ever be
Left behind
No life should ever stand
Frozen in the rain
No life should ever
Know cruelty and pain
No life should ever
know abandonment
Thrown into the garbage
Lost and spent

tech no

our world is cluttered
with things and such
do we really need that much?
what ever happened to simplicity
actually talking to friends
and family
goods exchanged
without any feeling
our social lives deranged
no emotional healing
a warp factor existence
a lonely subsistence

pibble

the human hand that touched her face,
also reached into her hurt heart space.
her humans before were very cruel,
using her to fight her own kind
as a bloodsport tool.
but this new person so soft of hand,
bandaged her leg that could no longer stand,
wiping away her blood and fear,
was that water so salty a human tear?

my inner life

My inner life is a receptacle
For outer life in all its spectacle
As I try to shut out clutter noise
In order to experience life’s joys
My Neuroses tend to abound
Without inner vigilance around
So inside I travel
All the snakes to unravel

my eyes are now open, i closed them so wide,
so i could take a real look inside.
to see what needs fixing, to decide what to keep,
in all of that mixing, got lost in the deep

or not, weather

the winds blow fierce, the winds blow cold,
they grab everything up in their savage hold,
and when all their wintry gusto breaks,
the tide emerges, and what is left, she takes.

the wolf spirit

The wolf spirit is like a beautiful song
One can feel it forever, it is never too long
The wolf spirit is like the freedom of clouds
Hovering ever so gently, with head held so proud
The wolf spirit dances in sunshine and rain
In all four of our seasons, without any disdain
The wolf spirit lives in the mountains up high
Its grandeur is endless, it can touch the sky
The wolf spirit belongs to all who live on earth
It will live forever, no one can measure its worth

avianda

to our beautiful friends who soar in flight,
who grace our skies both day and night,
your beating wings, your calls and songs,
your spirits keep our planet strong

so goes the facade
down the age boulevard
oh the heartless depravity
of the strong pull of gravity

for all

for all the homeless, left behind,
i hope out there, there is someone kind,
for all the wounded,hurt and lost,
i hope your healing comes without a cost,
for all of who fly the underdog flag,
my faith in you will never lag.
the heart is without end in what it feels,
for itself it will fend, and make love real ♥

is today the day

is today the last day that i breathe,
will this cage i never leave?
is today the day the needle comes out,
too many people milling about.
my tail is wagging, i smile so bright,
the sun has gone down, soon it will be night.
all i can do is sit and wait,
where are you, before it is too late.

the love one shares, the love one feels.
if noone dares, then nothing is real.
an open heart is a boundless treasure,
the value of which one can never measure

nature

nature in all its ferocity
has lost none of its velocity,
despite all the negative
interference of man,
nature still does whatever she can.
nature is not a slave to man nor his whims,
in the end nature will decide
what becomes of him.

portal

if i knocked on your door,
would you let me in?
could i share my feelings with you,
without any chagrin.
would you give your heart to me,
without batting an eye.
would you try not to look through me..
just see you and i?

the spin

the empty room clattered
as shadows danced on the wall,
i heard my heartbeat splatter,
and then begin to fall.
raw outpouring of emotion
an ever endless deluge,
an unceasing whirling notion
trapped in a centrifuge.

wish

a wish, a dream, a fantasy,
is moving right in front of me.
i squarely face it, as i try to chase it.
want so very much to embrace it.
i need to believe but will not self deceive

can you

Can you look me in the eye
Can you tell me why
are you employing logic
Or will you lie ?
Will you rail at my motion
Although seconded, not
Will you use
Psychological potion
To legitimatize the plot?
Can I trust you to
Help me sort it out
Or am I only true
Within my own
Frail shout

The minutes the seconds
The hours I am in it
This is my life
So how do I spin it?

tactile

to touch the earth, that is in one piece,
to feel the mirth, this sweet release.
for those who are in a troubled land,
as sit so humble as we lend a hand.

:(

The ballpark was empty
She stood alone with her bat
Not a creature was stirring
Not a dog or a cat
She looked all around her
The light was quite dim
No one else had found her
her chances were grim
but she stood tall and proud
though no one was there to cheer
she shouted out loud
a home run is coming here

i feel a sense of suffering

i feel a sense of suffering
From which there is no buffering
I feel that sense of urgency
That is not quite an emergency
Aswirl in sensitivity
This natural proclivity
Another day,
the same old way

circum

circumstances not in our hands,
furtive glances, lost in other lands.
hunger, thirst, no roof no food.
no clothing clean to suit their mood.
where but turns the dice,
lives tossed like grains of rice
on this earth we trod,
by the grace of god

grudge

it is time to let go,
no use holding on.
a grudge is not something
to build upon

the winds

the winds of change, are changing not,
so out of range, as sickens the plot.
a few steps forward, perhaps more back,
is it untoward to step on the cracks?

once

once upon a time
there was a planet,
small and round,
lush life was overflowing,
from the air
down to the ground,
waters burst with motion
underneath and on the blue,
an orbiting live ocean,
in the image that god drew.

is there

Is there a place
You can live your life
Free from judgement
And the resulting strife
Where you are accepted
For just being alive
Not for how you look
Or what you drive
Or what is you
You do for me
A place where someone
Enjoys your company
If there is please let me know
I am all packed up
And ready to go

are you the one?

do you know me, what do you say?
are you the person taking me home today?
are you the one in whose lap i will sit,
so quiet and content, in our perfect fit?
are you the one who will get me out of this cage.
open my book, write on my empty page?
oh please be that one, please be so kind.
this cage is so small, and i am losing my mind.

forecast

does anything ever smoothly move.
just go where it should,
fit in its groove.
does everything have to be a fight,
whether it is wrong or right.
must struggle always be part of the game,
afterwards will things ever feel the same.
do remnants chase, behind the smiling face.

maybe

Maybe I should write a poem
About what it is like
To have a home
Maybe I should not write about
Everything that makes me shout
Maybe I should just sit and think
About what else I can have to drink
Or maybe I should maybe not
Follow the lines and sign on the dot
The complications, twists and turns
Noone is prepared for
Or ever learns

fancy of flight

i dreamed of someplace warm and soft,
of wind and sun, i was borne aloft.
over the trees i blissfully sailed,
through a breeze that never failed.
the world below, not the place to go

promises

i want a home, i hope my heart is read.
a gentle hand to touch me, a warm clean bed.
food in my bowl, its nice to be fed.
then i will feel whole,
in your lap i will lay my head... a dog's promise

i promise if you come home with me,
you will be treated with love,
there will be no cruelty,
your head will be scratched,
our walks together will be many,
if i have million dollars or only a penny.
you will not be returned if you get sick or old,
your loyalty i will earn, and return to you tenfold...a human's promise

unwanted

I am a dog i am out of time.
everyday is a painful climb.
people walk by, they do not stop at me.
what is the matter, no sympathy.
i am not pretty, my fur is torn,
my teeth are broken, my eyes forlorn.
but my heart is beating, loud and clear,
not stopped by mistreating...please find me here

the moral compass of the world has spun
so far off its axis that now there is none.

mendicant

the little girl sat on the edge of her bed,
deep in thought, bowed of head.
softly whispering her nightly prayer,
hoping more people out there will care.
her hands clasped so tight,
against the unknown of the night.

what if

what if the world ran out of time,
there was no music, no more rhyme.
the sun turned his back and went away,
taking with it the moon as no more wolves to bay.
the planet lay barren, with rocks, sands and ice.
this is how we will be faring,
if man does not become nice

levantate

of all the creatures on this earth,
man is the only one
so imbued with his own worth.
to the extent that he feels he is superior,
while in reality he is inferior.
he is the only one who made killing recreation,
second only to his overprocreation.
wake up man, do better, you can!!!!

eyesongs

when i look into your eyes,
i can see the reflection
of the best that i can be.
when i look away,
will that person stay?

it is time

it is time to do better,
better than this.
time for people to greet
their world with a kiss.
put away the rocks and the dirt,
giving love instead of hurt

it hurts inside

It hurts inside, so far, so deep
Even as I try to sleep
And if some slumber
Should be found
It finds my dreams
And sticks around
No matter how far
No matter how fast
A part of us always
Lives in the past
That wounded child
Still running wild

hello

hello, please put that gun away, do not try to shoot me today.
i am young, i am strong the forest is mine.
what are you doing to those of my kind?
go back to your cities, your dirt you cars,
it is really a pity that you have sunk down so far.
my land is pristine, i jump i play,
take all your killing toys and go away