i whisper wishes

of feathery sleep

to a princess trapped

beneath water stained skies,

lost in a forest

of paint peels and cracks

i whisper wishes

of feathery sleep

to a dreamer haunted

by wingless flight,

locked in a cage

too high to survive the fall

i whisper wishes

of feathery sleep

to a heart cursed

with fading stars and

a waning moon

in the raven room.

I hang my lantern

to light his way.

He holds

my delicate dreams

in his hands.

His skin is all

I breathe as I

desire the unattainable -

an incomplete masterpiece

on sullied canvas

holding court

in the sky,

waking up my eyes

to touch, to taste

ingrained on my mind.

In clouds of shattered hopes

my naïve heart drowns

up to my neck in tears,

broken glass

hurled against frustrated

walls, sealed in a box car

never to be opened.

I swallow the bitter taste

of glowing need

as I walk alone

in a black

and white photo

and he is not

in the picture.

.

They walk with wisdom 

    we don't grasp

Majesty generation to 

    generation passed

Hunted and exploited 

    by our evil kin

Not holding them sacred 

    is a universal sin

One look deep into 

    intelligent eyes

Should invoke us to mourn 

    when one of them dies

Mercy is sadly not 

    ingrained in us all

And that lack of mercy is 

    what will cause our fall

May the touch of angels 

    ease the pain

Of those tortured for selfish, 

    greedy gain

May their soft wings 

    cushion every blow

The captors land if they 

    move too slow

May those who hurt them 

    live to regret

The deeds they've done 

    and never forget

May they one day feel 

    three fold the agony

That they carelessly inflicted, 

   and may it last eternity.

Usually poems are written

About how the blue of one’s eyes,

Are that of the ocean,

Or of a lake.

But you my friend,

Have the ocean waves cascading down your back,

The light glinting off the white caps of your curls.

You, my friend,

Have a waterfall roaring from the ponytail on your head,

The tips of your hair never reaching a calm pool to collect the water.

You, my friend,

Have wielded the beauty of water,

Into the very hair on your head,

And I find it simply amazing.

Tumbling down the hill.

Gathering speed,

down a run.

Faster and faster

hurtling into bends

cutting into the mud

frothing at the mouth.

Pebbles sent crashing into rocks,

smoothing off their edges.

The ground is flattening now,

pace is slowing.

Meandering through fields.

Slowly, slowly into the woods.

Smell the wild garlic.

See the dappled sunlight.

Feel the cooling shade.

Hear the water quietly playing in the shallows.

AGW

Workday Jack has little fun

He seems a dull boy indeed

Hiding beans from the sun

Wishing-time now all done

Wistful thinking gone to seed

Jack's forgotten moments fair

Adventitious and delicious

That make the pleasure meter whir

And the mounting numbers' blur

When his spirit says 'out of office'

Such moments are heaven sent

When the land is winter bleached

So count this time as well spent

Sow the seeds and don't repent

Until the cloud realm is reached

Let the hot blood run quick

Jack of Shadows as you seem

Unleash the hidden magic

Feel the joyful and the tragic

And live on as Jack of Dreams

History sighs in the whirling lungs of Rome,

"Flowers can be found anywhere, even at home!"

Let the Vestals watch as I stroke the poppy's head,

2,000 years, you'd think they'd be dead.

The fields hide the agoras, the bounties of Trajan

A once bustling center, the blanket term's 'ancient.'

A tour guide whistles through bustling streets

with sneakers, not sandals, on the soles of their feet.

Life still breathes in the marketplace of time,

there's proof in the poppies and the walls that they climb.

she sings from hell 

and daintily dangles her legs 

across you puny mortals 

waiting for you 

to come join her and 

sit on her swings 

and keep her company 

she has always being a loner 

because of who her father is 

Hades 

and her mother is Persephone

she has never enjoyed hell 

but she always enjoyed the view

she liked the living walked around and how they felt so much very alive 

whereas she felt so much very dead 

She hated the way the swings creaked 

and reeked of loneliness and disparity  

she named each swing 

and they became her friends she named them after all the feelings she felt 

she talked to them and told them her deepest secrets

she often prayed to god to forgive her father sins 

she knew deep down in her heart god had good reasons to hate him

but why her ?

she was just the devil's daughter 

she was born into this hell-hole 

she didn´t ask for this

the demons were brothers 

and they were her father´s favorite 

he named them Lucifer, the reviler, Judge, Reaper 

the often came down to earth and would cause ruckus 

she felt for earth 

she loved the way earth was big and blue and green and filled with color 

she often sang lullabies to the people on earth to lull them to sleep

her heart was strained and tired 

she wanted Love 

she wasn´t prepared the storm coming behind her 

it  was against an immortal law

to fall for a mortal 

she fell in love with a boy with curly strawberry blond hair 

and green eyes and freckled cheeks 

she came to visit him and whispered she loved him 

and pressed her lips to his and the boy kissed her and then your the girl who was in my dreams she said I know I am the one who put the thought there 

so she was forever 

chained to the swings 

and to watch over the mortals 

and the boy with curly strawberry blond hair

and green eyes and freckled cheeks

couldn´t wait to get hell  

Friends staying connected 

Elementary to high school 

Two with a beautiful child,

None of our lives are mild 

It's amazing how we managed to stay cool

Our bond will never be dissected! 

               Thank you