I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.
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Please Stop.

I don’t want falling in Love

& being pretty smart

O mamma mia

When the Train is Gone

I throwed in motion:

I don’t hit the nail on the head¡

I’m going wild against the Wall

Slap-up meal. Read more

Same, the very same illusions

The very same apprehensions

Distract the ever budding visions

Dampening my future aspirations.

As a child, life seemed more secure

But vanished as illusory nightmares; 

The heart-tempting youthful glitters 

Captivated me with romantic gestures.
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Rebecca fantasized that life was a lottery ticket or a pull of a lever,
that one of the bunch in her pocket was a winner or the slots were a redeemer;
but life itself was not real that was strictly for the mentally insane at the Elgin
Mental Institution.
She gambled her savings away on a riverboat
stuck in mud on a riverbank, the Grand Victoria, in Elgin, Illinois.
Her bare feet were always propped up on wooden chair; Read more

The menacing clouds of war

Often pounce to create havoc,

The pigeons of peace

Scared and scattered, fly away.

The storm of hatred

The storm of enmity

The storm of death

The storm of destruction,

These devastating forces

Design the ugly face of war.

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Yes, day by day, year after year

While age peels layer after layer,

The seasons of life lose their glitter

Fearful, the spirit of life withers.

The most treasured life’s seasons

Slowly sail into the memories ocean, 

Childhood and youth remain a passion

Enticing with ever-new hopes, often.

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Soft nursing

5 solid minutes

of purr

paw peddling

like a kayak competitor

against ripples of my

60 year old river rib cage− Read more

Crippled with arthritis

and Alzheimer’s,

in a dark rented room,

Charley plays

melancholic melodies

on a dust filled

harmonica he

found  abandoned

on a playground of sand

years ago by a handful of children Read more

Edith, in this nursing home

blinded with macular degeneration,

I come to you with your blurry

eyes, crystal sharp mind,

your countenance of grace−

as yesterday’s winds

I have chosen to consume you

and take you away.

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A Métis Indian lady, drunk,

hands blanketed over as in prayer,

over a large brown fruit basket

naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard

inside−approaches the Edmonton,

Alberta adoption agency.

There are only spirit gods

inside her empty purse. Read more

O Humans !

Let us impart

A thought of peace

O Humans !

Let us not inject

The venom of hatred.

Humans are we

Humans are we.

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Gingerbread lady,

no sugar or cinnamon spice;

years ago arthritis and senility took their toll.

Crippled mind moves in then out, like an old sexual adventure

blurred in an imagination of fingertip thoughts.

Who in hell remembers the characters?

There was George, her lover, near the bridge at the Chicago River:

she missed his funeral; her friends were there.

She always made feather-light of people dwelling on death,

but black and white she remembers well.

The past is the present; the present is forgotten.

Who remembers Gingerbread Lady?

Sometimes lazy-time tea with a twist of lime,

sometimes drunken-time screwdriver twist with clarity.

She walks in scandals; sometimes she walks in soft night shoes.

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He’s chewing on new lyrics like cerebral cud,
trying to separate the gravel from the mud.
Doing cryptographer’s research in the back of his head,
undercover homework from the bottom of his bed.
I used to think he was a rocket science guy,
but now he’s writing lyrics for the FBI.
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today, my radio proclaimed

most people did not evolve, but remain
single-cell entities psychologically
			          & emotionally.
Darwin & other scientists & scholars
are absolutely wrong.  things are not
	as they seem.  we Read more

Listen:

Drag branches comeback

Across the forest floor:

Knowledge of the rough¡

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Honour is a fierce as a Future

To bring into focus of Grass eaters

From the space in its last couple of Years

Where the alpha and omega gaze.

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You are so beautiful
But yet you are so full of love that is unexpressed 
I feel the pureness of your heart
even thousands of miles apart 
your love is so close to me
may I be the instrument to express your love song

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I use to watch the girls Double Dutch 
slam
They were strong and had rhythm 
Long winded and amazing

Double Dutch girls were the ones that spoke up
Were challenging

Me, I played stickball Read more

You are a myth

A beautiful woman chained

And yet you are wider and brighter

Than the milky way

Andromeda, you dance across the sky

Luminous, a galaxy Read more