Collection of My Favorites

Picture Perfect
Morning fog refracts the sun,
creating ghost like silhouettes.
Cypress trees appear to breathe,
as bald eagle's gaurd their nest.

Green beds of moss and pads,
contrast her brakish face.
Stumpjumper's frothy trails,
slowly appear about the place.

Blue Heron strike their pose,
standing lifeless on the shore.
Moccasin's swimming everywhere,
as if they too wish to explore.

Daytime has tamed her once again,
reflected as the evening sun sets in.




Scotland Highlands
Abundance of sun
spotlights an exquisite
but rugged terrain.
Outcropping of rocks,
scattered peaks,
interrupt the mossy surface
of a rolling plateau.
Cavernous scars
define an aging face,
giving way
to placid lochs down below.
Faint sound of bagpipes
accompanies crisp air,
healing the damaged soul.




Mother Nature
Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,
respect her powers, you've been warned.
Naturally inclined to protect the earth,
as if a child to whom she had given birth.

Gracious at times, but carries a big stick,
her bi-polar behavior is hard to predict.
Glimpses of  beauty on any given day,
and then without warning takes it away.

Harmony between the earth and sky's,
must be maintained, never compromised.
Never considers the extent of human loss,
for we are just visitors and she's the boss.

When harming the environment again and again,
your starting a fight and Mother Nature will win.




Me, Myself, And I
My life could be simple,
but it's something every day.
Because Me, Myself, or I
seems to always get in the way.

"I", performs with confidence,
if the environment is stressed.
Once the urgency's resolved.
the lost spirit gets depressed.

Now, speaking for "Myself",
control's the main ingredient.
The show will not go on,
if the cast is not obedient.

And finally there is "Me",
pleasing people is my goal.
Thoughts of confrontation,
shreds the fabric of my soul.

So now you see the dilemma,
a situation I just can't face.
This cocky, controlling wimp
needs to be put in his place!

HELP!!!!




Mental Incarceration
Confined by the walls of a dim lit cell,
killing time in my own living hell.
Emotionally void and spiritually shattered,
not sure when or if anything mattered.

The mirror reflects a face that's unknown,
yet I know the image is that of my own.
Have I fallen past the point of no return?
Is it my fault that I could never learn?

Asking these questions to my good friend,
a moment of clarity is what he did send.
You're the victim of your own prison cell,
creating the walls of this living hell.

Self hatred is poison destroying your soul,
Learning to love yourself is a worthy goal.




Tara's Smile
A precious child's infectious smile,
warmed hearts from deep within.
Vibrant eyes of the bluest skies,
light freckles kissed her skin.

Fifteen years would disappear,
before I again heard Tara's name.
Tragedy had claimed her life,
but her smile remained the same.

No words will ever bring her back
our tears can't change the past.
I pray for those who loved her most,
Tara's smile will forever last.




Little Sister
Hey there little sister,
I bet you didn't know,
your courageous spirit
has an infectious glow.

I call you little sister,
yet you don't know my name.
Believe me when I tell you,
I love you just the same.

It takes a girl like you,
to restore our human race.
Your precious eyes so pure,
and a gentle smiling face.

Okay Sis, before I must go,
this letter to you I send.
Today you touched my heart,
and forever have a friend.




Satan's Place
His fiery inferno is blazing miles below,
yet he resides within our human race.
He's the evil conductor of a global show,
a world theater known as Satan's Place.

Leads the righteous to all that is wicked,
tainting the minds of vulnerable souls.
The extent of dissension is well depicted,
by picturing him poised at the controls.

A formidable opponent this cunning beast,
but it's not too late for redemption.
Strike him hard when he expects it least,
spiritual fitness is worthy contention.

United we stand and divided we will fall,
Global unity is for the good of us all.




Forever Changed (9/11)
The morning sun cast stretching shadows
of the structures towering high above.
Skyline's contrast with pale blue skies
a portrait symbolizing America thereof.

A warming beauty would soon turn tragic
as aggressors contrails filled the air.
Birds of prey claimed innocent victims
a religious act, these cowards did declare.

Plumes of smoke had engulfed the sun
turning daytime into the dead of night.
Shades of grey and the raging flames
were the back drop for this horrific sight.

A blow to democracy of our great nation
and the loss of many precious lives.
Our country would be forever changed
as freedom is the pulse on which it thrives.

We witnessed the selfless acts thousands
with countless heroes emerging everyday.
Risking their lives for people unknown
never considering they too were in harms way.

The days that followed this heinous crime
provided a glimpse of what we could be.
A nation united with flags flying proud
grateful for our freedom an each liberty.

Neighbors were blind to race and status
the wealthy were as humble as the poor.
Caring and compassion were widely spread
as every American had stopped keeping score.

Let us pray as a grateful nation united
by tragic events on this day in September.
Relief for fallen victims and their families
and in our hearts shall we always remember.

GOD BLESS AMERICA     



Discrimination
Yesterday I am born,
tomorrow I'm broken.
My spirit is crushed,
for I'm just a token.

My only role in life
is slavery to man.
Bound for certain glory
in someone else's plan.

My soul is never mine,
it's prisoner to a boss.
Seeking all I have,
cares not about my loss.

Price is no objective,
groomed to be a winner.
Toughens me by cruelty,
deprives me of my dinner.

Sparring with my brothers,
offered no protection.
Oozing sores and bloody cuts
open to all infection.

Housed in isolation,
countless lonely nights.
Outside world means,
a weekend at the fights.

A life I didn't choose
within this loving nation.
Some how through it all
I resent discrimination.

    THE PITT BULL 



Social Paradox
I am proud to be an American,
a member of this great nation.
I am ashamed of our society,
disrespecting God's creation.

I am grateful for my freedom,
and those who made the pact.
I am fearful it's just rhetoric,
with laws like the patriot act.

I am awed by our generosity,
reaching out to those in need.
I am appalled when the motive
appears to be underlying greed.

I'm thankful for the opportunity
to pursue my own special dreams.
I am discouraged by the reality
they're only what government deems.

I'm honored for the ability to vote,
to participate in a true democracy.
I am horrified that our process
has turned into a damn hypocrisy.

I am comforted by modern medicine
improving the quality of our lives.
I am disgusted by the availability
and the people for whom it deprives.

I love the United States of America,
extraordinary people fill our society.
I pray that we can all work together
ending this senseless impropriety.

UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL



The BiPloar Express

I wake to sounds of a carousel,
as others have made their way.
Sights and smells of a carnival
creates anxiety for the new day.

So many options, confusion's near
indecision pollinates all doubt.
Paralyzed by a self induced fear,
The Express is the best way out.

Life's roller-coaster is itself,
and finally it's our time to go.
No signs of sound mental health,
yet, this mode is all we know.

We begin a slow steady ascent,
producing terror and elation.
Screams mask cries of descent,
as living hell is our vacation.

Viewing life from high above,
while speeding to the ground.
Wishing of both hate and love,
knowing neither will be found.

As the sun slowly disappears,
we must once again disembark.
Time to face our deepest fears,
in the loneliness of the dark.

Who knows what tomorrow brings!