with wrinkled hands, she sings

with wrinkled hands she sings
her heart searching for the angels.
the dances she could have led.
the words she could have written
the depression she found, instead..
the clock that ticked
the cruel hand of time
that made each second a sad rhyme
each year a lost blessing.
she sits with her music
lost in confessing.
the young girl inside
yearning not
to hide.
too late she fears
nobody hears.

a hint of autumn

a hint of autumn
summer raises it's
head.
cool breezes
quietly wait...

the lion and the butterfly...for cecil from his pride

a butterfly landed on the paw
of our king.
he sat, quietly,
not doing anything
but admiring the grace
and beauty of the little
being.
no need to destroy
the loveliness he was
seeing.
humans,
please learn this today,
take a look, take a picture
then walk away.


we miss you cecil,
his pride and his joys
our lives forever
altered...
our hearts,
forever broken

lore lossed

she has no one with whom she can
share her lore.
generations and lives that
happened before.
no echo for her voice
as it is heard,
so much to give
now empty words.
heirlooms and memories
their last stop reached.
all she has learned,
no one to teach.

the gate that surrounds your heart

the gate that surrounds your heart
dances to the beat
of

pretty flowers...
if you let it.

what if the world was like a flower

what if the world was like a flower
blooms.
love and compassion
filling every room.

for cecil the lion and all the other cecils, past present and hopefully, not future

slaughtered why
did cecil die.
a lion's life
he lead.
a human monster
fueled by need for
blood,
and now,
the great lion
is dead.
what did it do
make him feel
more of a man
with weapons
in his hand.
where was his heart
when this vicious act
was executed
and planned.
we of compassion
cannot comprehend
why in this manner
this great lion
came to an end.
perhaps, mr palmer
your heart will be awake,
when again another life
you decide to take.

rest in peace,
great king of beasts

beauty, by beauty's shield

beauty,
by beauty's shield
from that which
it cannot and
will not,
yield.

by walls of yellow and green

she stood by
walls of yellow
and green.
and the infinite
possibilities
of inner vision.

second look

look closer
take a second
glance.
you can see the
heart,
if you give
yourself
a chance.

tendrils

her love,
like tendrils.
flowing,
growing.
soft on the eyes.
delicate to
the touch.
sensitive to moments
that are too much.

recharged

recharged by the
simply profound
and beautiful

that makes it
all worth it.

the sun she blesses

the sun she blesses the earth,
by sweet rains earth is kissed.
in space blue and floating.
our world is like
this.

limbo rock

in blankness
no thoughts
coherent
creative
or

deep.
a sort of
nonesuch
limbo
she
dreams
in
waking
sleep.

mere kats

being a meerkat looks
like such a fun thing
... to do
can i be a
meerkat, too

shy mama

shy mama waits
for her mate.
for her eggs to hatch.
she anticipates.
from this perch
up high and secure.
sweet, pretty, gentle,
a love soft and
pure.

bailar

how i long to be in the dance,
i hope so much that this is my chance.
to feel the good feelings
that i have never felt,
as i accept and play with
the cards i was dealt

the reality of same

in the reality of same she fought.
but was it fall for naught.
the issues that stopped

were not what she was taught.

we count

if we enmesh ourselves
in counting each moment,
the total experience is
gone.
if we live each moment
as a little lifetime...
there is so much life
to feast upon.

we were all. once

we were all once
upon our time
we lived.
our meanings
and purpose
so real to us.
mere memories.
like dandelions
dispersed,
those who came
before us.
and we become
to those that follow.

the inner path

the inner path that winds us,
that sometimes

finds us.

cacaphony of color

a joyful cacaphony of colors
caress

her dreams, hopes...
lost aspirations.

there is silence now, warrior

there is silence now warrior
the sands no longer acquiesce
to the grace of your footsteps.
we feel you brush by
on your journey, where
sorrow and pain are
not part of the landscape.
your heartbeats now hushed
by the winds who await us.
your words, heard, with
our hearts still beating.
your voice echoing within its
chambers,

emptied by your absence.
a chorus of tears.
there is silence now,
warrior...
you are no longer here.

how do we measure love

do we define love
by a long embrace.
pretty words
a smiling face.
that which is too
precious to
be measured,
for which we are
grateful and

will always treasure.

of worlds

of worlds beyond that

which she had ever known,
she dreams.

monarch-y

i am what you see
and what i need to be
many miles i fly.
then i say
goodbye.

the secret lives

the secret lives of never mind.
it's no big deal.
i'll tell you later...

ponder

do you sit and ponder
how far your mind
can wonder.

our wings

we soar with wings that are our own,
two hearts together,
in loving flight.
a nest together
we build,
when we
alight.

there is no magic wand

there is no magic wand
no fairy dust.
for breaking hearts
as they turn to rust.
for those in need
whose needs,
ignored.
no genies in bottles
for those moments,
stored.
no if wishings could
make it soes.
no magic fountains
where we can go.
no fairy tales that
turn out to be real.
just our hearts beating
as we try to heal.

we are of

we are of love.
we are of life.
we are all of some...
we are some of all.
we are of what we
make ourselves
and what is made
of us.
we are of the earth.
the earth is of us.
we are joined
by the eternity
of universal
existence.

we watch over you

We watch over you.
We hurt when you cry.
Whatever the reason
it does not matter why.

sweet soft gentle

sweet soft gentle
beckoning spirit.
speaks in a whisper
so that all
can hear it.

feelingheartsalad

the flavor of feelings
a garden of hues,
textures aromas...

different views.

ask

ask if we can do better.

ask what better we can do.

two of a kindness

we are two of a kindness
we put the bad things
behind us.

when inner beauty beckons

when inner beauty beckons,
conventional wisdom
is humbled by that which
cannot be defiled.

she hid

she hid from view
but she hid from who
could possibly love her
true and through.

monarch moon

monarch moon
lined by

the deep
hues of
the night
sky.

waves

waves of mediocrity
punctuated by the
occasional
eddy of inspiration.

quietude

quietude,
defined.
by what is inside,
not outside,
the mind.

as all

as the pillars all around her fall,

she has created a place to
escape from it all.
where love and imagination
flow,
she finally has a place
to go.

growing up garage eagles

here we grow,
upon this ledge.
soon it will be
our time to
fledge.

pteribird

it is almost a year
since you left us,
here.
life goes on
our love for you,
goes on,
too.
our sweet pteri tea rose max...flew up to the angels 7/12/14

are still we

we have changed
slowly we wilt away.
but we are still
who we are
every day.
so please look inside
instead of looking
away.

this world we live in...baby garage eagles

this world we live in
though you might say
not pretty
and turn the other way.
this is home to us
love lives here.

floating

in she dreams she floats.
drifting.

her love

her love...

she cherished
enough to share.

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