Azure fades to turqouise as one's gaze draws near. The calm sea stretches inward
toward the shore, reaching for the sweet sugar sand
as a mother reaches for her crying child.
"Hush let me rock you," Mother Ocean tells her children, and she does,
with a gentle and constant rhythm that lets those along her borders
know that life goes on, in the midst of pain and death.
"I'll be here for you always" she assures us. "When misery comes and happiness departs,
I'll be here through it all. Come into my arms," she beckons.
And we answer.
By the millions we seek her out. When harsh reality and the pace of life
becomes too much to bear we strive to reach her,
sacrificing time, comfort, and wealth to be cradled in her lap,
and to mingle with her favored children, who never leave her embrace.
From them we hope to learn the true value of life.
We seek them out and listen to their words, their songs.
We look for meaning we can apply to our own lives in the times to come,
back "home," out of Mother Ocean's warm embrace.
And when we return to those other places, we carry her in our heart,
soft and rhythmic; a gentle reminder that she is there waiting for us,
the next time, and every time, we need her.
Turquoise above and below, white cotton floats aimlessly between
a green blanket wraps us warmly about.
We glide along in silence, but for chirping frogs, singing birds.
Brackish water, with pockets of transparency,
alive with salt-loving life. But not my beautiful
dangerous, amphibeous, mysterious, ominous
prehistoric reptiles.
I cannot fully reason my passion for the silent, smooth, deadly stalkers.
Perhaps, in a hectic, insane, noxiously loud world they make sense,
with their primal, natural, final mute natures.
No discussion, no threats, just soundless sleekness,
barely visible gliding through the water,
until the violence, a flash of lightning, white teeth
and then silence once again.
They read no first impressions, they analyze nothing.
They live and eat, swim and die. They watch.
In the dark corners, in the shallow places they wait,
invisible to the unaware. They watch, wasting nothing.
With inhuman precision they move, they act, when necessary,
determined only by nature itself,
not a swollen brain with insatiable needs.
One with their world they are beauty unchanged through the endless ages.
Nature's perfection.
As we glide along, I hope for a glimpse of them, to no avail.
Canoe cutting through the water as silently as a gator
I wish in vain to see them, feel them, their marble eyes watching me.
But they dwell in fresh waters in the Rivers of Babylon.
Turquoise above and below, white cotton floats aimlessly between
a green blanket wraps us warmly about.
We glide along in silence, but for chirping frogs, singing birds, only.
You sit before me with a cup,
with sad eyes, poor eyes, eyes of sufferation
identification
But I do not identify. I have four on the floor
carpet on the floor, a chime on the door.
Poverty is such a bore.
You tell me I have everything and yet I do not see.
You are so wrong, I have no big screen tv
No yacht either, only an SUV
you are crazy.
There are no absolutes, justice is in the eye of the beholder.
You brought it on yourself,
you are black, you are yellow, you are foreign, you are native
you are crazy.
The law is on my side. The law is right and wrong.
Is it even legal, your existence?
The law says you should go away.
Out of sight, out of mind, out of my life, my vision,
out of my little prickly muscle
growing soft and small from disuse.
That conscience thing.
I do what I can. I am proud. I am American.
My church is rich. My preacher is rich.
My company gives blood, every year I go.
Do not tell me you do as well. Go to hell.
Don't tell me I voted for your blood to flow.
I don't own that.
You brought it on yourself,
you are red, you are brown, you are foreign you are native,
you are crazy.
Go away, stop shouting. Oh no, that wasn't you.
Your eyes sparkle like firelight through a crystal goblet filled with champagne.
I wear my black satin and lace. I wait by your hearth, I lay in wait for you.
The fire in your eyes burns brightly, white hot, when they touch me, those sparkling eyes.
You like what you see I love what I feel.
In from the forest you've come, come in to me, to see me, feel me.
The dark, the cold, they are out there, you are here, with me now.
Your eyes sparkle like the stars in the clear summer sky as we lay on the fresh-mown grass.
Silver cool, the moon pulls the seas toward it, as you pull me into you
your arms around me, your voice around me, your soul swalllows me
my body pulls you inside and holds you there for eternity.
One woman, one man, adrift in eternity, together, complete for a moment or a day.
We need no more, I am with you, you are inside me, right now.
Our eyes sparkle like the water flowing over the rocks, babbling brook, diamonds in the sunlight.
We laugh, you laugh, life is short, God has humor. Nature laughs with us, at us.
The stream chuckles endlessly on its way to the sea.
There is whipped cream on your nose, I look like a racoon, our bodies, relaxed
are hilarious. What great Comedian thought up such ridiculous shapes?
We compare them to the nature around us and laugh again, we are together here now.
When time slips away and the hourglass turns a door to the past closes.
In the early morning darkness a Sentinel passes her torch.
Leah moves on, closing the door behind her.
The wheel turns. A leaf drops.
Buds bloom, lightning strikes twice, and ground is broken.
Foundations are laid for another A. I.
We sit and remember, and cry.
Gentle breezes cool our brow, we look toward the sky.
We live here, now.
The gone away are here with us.
The trees and grass and sand, a memory, forever remain.
The melodies of positivity remain, just memories,
the present to disdain, pollutes us not.
Leah, an old melody, carried on the wind, in the gentle breezes,
across the waves from beach to cliff,
faintly heard by the Spirit that dwells deep within us.
The window opens. The door opens. A baby cries.
The color of your skin, a roasted almond hue;
so smooth and soft, a sensual delight.
Your lyrical speech, always fresh, always new;
you sweep me off my feet all day, every night.
Your touch, so tender, sends a chill down my spine.
The feel of you inside me, a most exciting thrill.
Having you, a friend, a lover, peace of mind.
If forever you are with me I could never get my fill.
Take me again to that place, just one more time,
before I leave you, or you leave me, my love.
For another hour send me to nirvana, sublime,
and as we part I can be thankful to the Power above.
You were given to me and I to you.
No chance or happenstance had its part here.
In a world so full we were empty and blue
Until the moment we met and our lives became clear.
We share a moment, a lifetime, the world, a home.
For whatever we're given we don't bear it alone.
The color of your skin, a roasted almond hue
is irrelevant to my love, endless, timeless, for you.
You call me and I am not at home, my sweet.
You lay alone, and wonder where I am,
who I am with, "dere 'pon street."
You say you trust me, know you can.
Trust is rooted in love.
I am a big girl now and I know what I want.
I choose you, every hour of every day.
When we are separated you still haunt
my every moment, every hour, of every day.
Trust is cemented by love.
Your touch, your smell, the taste of you
is here with me when I reminisce
there can be no other, it's only you
that in my longing your loving I miss.
Trust know no limits in the desires of love.
Baby, my darling, for this you must never worry
because you are alpha omega, beginning and end,
of my life, my time, my love, my whole story
all I have to give is the love for you I send.
And Trust is the reward of strong and faithful loving.
I woke up this morning and God was smiling
Our 1000 new lakes will soon find their way to the sea
Why must it be
That in the land of plenty
a mountain so needy
burns its beauty
God, please shed a tear.
I woke up to breakfast this morning
hot bread with jam
The news told me there is a new war, a new plague,
a new drought on the land.
Why must it be in a world of plenty
some nations are so needy
others so greedy
God, please shed a tear.
This morning I woke and just stared at the sky
are you up there? Do you hear us?
Do you care when we cry?
I looked at my feet, and sighed.
Faith is the substance
of things unseen, unheard, a dream.
When we wake will the dream be real
can we feel
what we believe?
After I woke this morning I started my day
took time to pray
let the words of my mouth
the meditations of my heart
be acceptable in your sight
My strength, my Redeemer.
Here I go;
win, place, or show.
Another day, another dollar.
Where will my energies go?
And my dollars?
God, please help me shed a tear.
