Shhhhhhhhooo! Shhhhhhhhaah!
Heated rubber spins, hungrily searching for its next bite of asphalt.
The road lies in surrender to the growling, metal beasts.
It gives tirelessly, yet never ceases to taunt with more.

I found a rose
A gentle treasure
Her petals closed
Soft and pure

I have a hope
To discover more
To see her open
Beautiful splendor

The artist swishes his brush.
The camera adjusts and clicks.
Neither quite captures
the radiant beauty
that the sun paints
across     the     clouds.

Tiny pools, crystal
Blue - pulling me in deeper
Your eyes mesmerize

Sparkling, laughing,
Dancing with mine, transfixed by
Your emerald eyes

Softly searching mine
Warm and sweet, I get lost in
Your chocolate eyes

Shafts of blue and brown
And green surround, as I gaze
Held close in your eyes

Tired people sit still in silence
arranged and neatly stacked
in rows of four and columns of two.
Each row follows madly the one ahead of it,
whisking its passengers away from the city of wind.
Worn faces look mostly down or nowhere at all,
while heads bob and sway.
Flashes of light appear and slide and disappear,
but no one notices.

I heard the crack
      and saw jagged edges
      poking the air.
A tear traced my little
     cheek and hung from
     my trembling chin.

I broke my pencil.

Betrayed!
With a kiss my brother sentenced me.
All my friends fled from me,
but one.

Hated by the crowd I loved,
lied about,
spit on,
slapped and hit,
I held my peace.

Faintly, I heard it.
The one friend still close
had left me.
The rooster crowed, pulling a tear
from
my
eye.

The mighty roar sealed my fate.
These people I loved condemned me.
For all the good I did
they hated me.

Led away, I followed silently.

Agony spilled from my mouth
The first drops of blood
ran down
my back,
as the whip ripped through my skin.

Thunk! Thunk!

They spiked my hands to wood.

Thunk! Thunk!

They spiked my feet, and lifted me
up to die.

I hang
here, now,
watching the people that did this.
These people that I love so much
Watching you.
Yes, you helped.
You hung me here with your sin.

It's okay.
I let you do it.
I had to.
I love you.

what light brightens the
drab dullness that surrounds me
more than your sweet smile?

what sweeter sound could
drift on the wind to my ears
than your angel-voice?

what depths could I reach
that would pull me deeper still
like your gorgeous eyes?

what beauty shimmers
and shines as brilliantly as
the beauty of you?

I see Him in the waves that wash ashore.
I see Him in the moonlight, shining brightly.
I see Him at the top of every mountain.
All the stars are little points of Him.

I see Him in the raindrop plunging downward.
I see Him in the seedling reaching upward.
I see Him as the rose unfolds her petals.
When the butterfly flutters by, I see Him.

I see Him in a baby's little fingers.
I see Him in a mother's joyful tears.
I see Him in the love two people share.
Everyone displays a hint of Him.

Who says you can't see Him?

Misting shallows silent stay
ghost flees the day

Facelessphantomhidesbehind
mask of beauty white

Silence...the angel sings
not of the light

Its
beams
reaching
down,
giving a smile to a frown.
Distanced eyes meet above.
The moon exists for love.

Peace
still water glistening
diamonds catching sunlight
flinging it towards me
raindrops settling softly
leaves shushing each other
dancing with the sun

shhh...listen...
can you hear it?

tick . . . tick . . . tick

train clacks by
slacker keeps time

tick . . . . tick . . . . tick

q u i c k e r q u i c k q u i c k e r
slacker                   slacks                   slower

tick . . . . . . tick . . . . . . tick

quicker greets slacker

tick . . . . . . . . . . tick . . . . . . . . . . tick

Not unlike spokes of a wheel, shafts
of golden life poke
into and through snow-white cotton.
Pink and purple and blue
bend and bend and flow
into and between snow-white cotton.
Cheeps and chirps and screeches
flap, dart, soar
just below and in snow-white cotton.
Branches, gnarled and slender,
stretch and reach for,
yearn to feel snow-white cotton.
Groggy eyes flicker and squint.
The sun - it's rising.

Dum, dum, dum, dum
dance, dance circle
dance, dance circle
Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
foot hop foot
foot hop foot
Dum, dum, dum, dum
repeat indefinitely

Dum, dum, dum, dum
el cric ec nad, ec nad
elcric ecnad, ecnad
Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum
to ofp oht oof
toof poh toof
Dum, dum, dum, dum
ylet anif edni ta eper

The world rings through
sliced in two
sits
on
pool-
ing
stem below

Surrounded
with sea of self-
creation
Water-
falls
of
tapestries
flow from my
fingers
rushing
down
the
walls
of my captivity
splashing to shape the earth
beneath
in ripples
and waves

dn down
rotate
around
flip-flop
found

The silky mist slowly lifts.
Mountains try to hide the burning
sun, peeking underneath
a cloudless sky.
The awe of early dawn,
So it is in love.

A     wisp     of     winter     wind

whistles     softly     across     the     whitened     landscape.

Ice-covered     branches

crack     quietly     together,     keeping     clumsy     time.

A     swirling     snowflake

hangs     suspended     in     almost-silence.