measure the treasure

measure the treasure
of lifetimes passed.
moments now
and the mysteries
of tomorrow.
let your heart be filled
with your
dreams and wishes
as the disappointments
fade into their own
shadows.
embrace all you can
and be embraced by
the miracle
that
you
are.

a flower

the heart of a flower

believes not in what

it was told

but in what each

petal moistly

measures

until by earth,

caressed.

trails

now to unwind
the life behind.
and

follow
the trail
to
tomorrow

day

a year ago
this was a day

i gotta say

i gotta say:

you ban "breeds"
you slaughter dogs
you break hearts
you decimate families
do you think
that this
is sane
normal
acceptable
do you think
at all.
do you feel.
does your heart pump
blood,
as the world
sheds
tears.

say no to
Ban
Stupid
Legislation!!

will you

will you make a
nest with me,
so we can be
a family.

rustautumnwaterfalls

rustautumnwaterfalls
we pretend
as summer fades.

pinkpolkawaterdots

pinkpolkawaterdots
flower
ferris wheel
and what nots.

the time, she pass

the time,
she pass
no more to ask
no reason
for seasons
but up
to the
task.

parrots for peace repost

parrots for peace

parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

to the ground

to the ground
my soft muted
body
now
fallen.

the roses of autumn

the roses of autumn
their time to be done.
as their petals grow old
in the lingering
summer
sun.

pre autumn visual cacaphony

pre autumn
visual cacaphony
a  soupcon salad of colors,
sublime.

here we sit

here we sit
dewdrops of rain
from flower to flower
we flit.
to wash away
your pain.

by whence

the strangest place inside,
i look,
by whence you are
an open
book.

sparrowd

sparrowd,
narrowed.
life does
not
fly straight
as
an
arrow.

what if the world were a wall of flowers

what if the world were a wall of flowers
some bud some blooms
some wilt
would the orb that contains them
groove in smooth
or would it continue
to tilt.

pigeonwall

we stand on our turret
pigeon wall
this castle that
once was ours.
then humans covered
our pigeon holes
where we lived for many
weeks, years and hours.
how will we raise
our young and where.
will we find
shelter,
anywhere.

r

things are things.

those we love are,

everything.

the imagi-nation

imagination
a brief pause
the inside of a leaf
or some
hungry claws.

k9/11 hearts...repost

k9/11 hearts

in honor of all who are lost.
and all those found.
a lesson learned from this
hallowed ground.
that hates achieves nothing
but sadness and tears.
heartache and more sorrows
compounded by fear.
so we together with
love as our guiding hand.
we spread hope, peace
and tolerance
to all in every land.

namaste.
love and light
peace filled days
and blissful nights

k 9/11 hearts
They stand by their person
Tall and proud
Waiting for each command
By hand signal or aloud
Their paws are so tired
They are cut until raw
But they keep on going
Keep looking for more
Into the rubble into the fray
Not fearing trouble
Will someone be saved today.
Eyes tearing from smoke
They plow straight ahead
As they cough and they choke
Perhaps wishing for bed
Tirelessly devoted doing their best
At the end of the long day
Head on their person’s chest
Knowing tomorrow
Will be more of this sorrow.

layers upon

layers upon
the truth
do not despair...

morning dewlight

morning dewlight
kiss lovely
the lost
night.

eye

open i stand
lid half shut
but stand i do.

shelter

we sit behind these bars

in dismay

we want a home

we want to play

will you take us home

today???

i float in space

i float in space
above the air
the wear and
tear
of life
down
there.

mantra

An independent mind
And heart
Sets us above
And sets us apart
From
The meat-ia
And the lies
That they use
To deceive
We follow our
Hearts
And the truths
We believe!

reddish

reddish pink
you know
i think.

we collect the tears

we collect the tears
so eyes
are
dry,
hearts breathe
relief
and no longer
cry.

be thou, a butterfly

be thou a butterfly
wings softly
sputter and
flutter
a dance
around
my
heart.

by blues, i am stung

by blues,
i am stung.
angry
(or no)

voices
standing
choices.

if the world were

if the world were flat
instead of round
would you find it more
difficult
to stand your ground.
and on what bets
would you hedge
if the next step
would put you
over the edge.