Is it the green of the grass or the warmth of the sun? The freedom he feels when he can just run? Or the sounds of his family, the music of laughter that tickles his fancy? Is that what he’s after? The joy he exudes when brothers play ball Tears and then laughter when one of them falls He’ll often be seen, his tongue tasting air settled on the stoop, pondering there What is he thinking, what treats are in store for this legend in training, this blessing and more? As Grammy, I’d tell you, “he’s deep like his roots” But honestly his passion is only his BOOTS!
she is the light, she is the warmth
when she wakes the world wakes with her
“yours is the light by which my spirit’s born…”
yet he must go for her to shine
he too is light, but he is cold
when he wakes, the world calms
“…yours is the darkness of my soul’s return”
yet she must go for him to thrive
but before this day can turn to night
she fills the white western sky with fire
as she battles the end of another day without him
from her western prison, she throws her sol-mate kisses on long-fingered shadows
and inflames him with the vision of her fiery tresses caught on the wind
teasing, assaulting, as they reach toward the Bastille in the east where he is captive
while the eastern sky shows no sign of struggle
still blue, he climbs unnoticed, in silence
desperate for a glimpse of her before the god’s
realize they are both awake
he tries desperately to grasp her love
now caught in the branches of the tress that separate them
he, struggling to cast off his gossamer shroud
so she may see the love he yearns to shine on her
so she may know his calming and cooling touch
as he longs to know her passion and feel her fire
she is gone now
he’d always known he would never feel her touch, nor she his
for as long as she was awake, he could not be
and she’d always known his power, his radiance, his true essence
could only thrive where she could not
and it would always be so…
or would it?
as it is had always been
this night too, it was his light that lived
yet he felt warm
he radiated warmth
he was not cold
he was not alone
for he knew her touch
and she knew his
through the power of love
the wonders of time and space
she lived when he lived
and they knew…each other
a rare evening
a lover’s evening
a curse lifted for but a moment
but a moment worth a lifetime
A beautiful spring day ~ A short stop at the mall ~ An anomaly still ~ But for how long?
Centuries past, humans unseen When land was lush and air was clean North to south skeins did fly They owned the flight paths in the sky
Now wings of steel steal the blue Their trumpets whine and cough and spew Toxic breath and acid tears That drip from clouds and will for years
Fresh water’s history thanks to the rain Our man-made link in nature’s chain And too, no longer on the ground Will gaggles thrive on what they’ve found
Not sapphire blues or emerald greens But concrete grays and blackish sheens Migrate they will, migrate they must But afore long it’ll just be dust
This earth below their broad spread wings This patchwork now of man-made things They’ll adapt, to live, they’ll twist the plot
for… WE PAVED PARADISE TO PUT IN A PARKING LOT
Yes Joni…after all these years…we’re still doing it…
(good to see you all again and thanks for sticking around…xo R)
I live in the shadows of minds I overtake I am with you, every time you wake You try with therapy, pills, and rest I will overcome you even when feel your best I suck the life, joy, and happiness out of your mind All because I won’t be confined. I wreak havoc on family and friends, Just because they want to mend, The broken heart I do bend. I make you feel like you’re going mad Just because you have seen something bad. You fought for your country proud, Now all I give you is screams aloud. I am in your dreams, heart, soul, and eyes And laugh because so many have cried. They cry because they hurt inside For the loved one I destroy. I make you sick, weak and cry, All you want to do is try. To have a quiet day, With no thoughts of what is at bay. Just so you know, I have put you through hell. The worst day you have seen, Is not at all what has been Stored up inside your head. You will never get rid of me, For I am PTSD. I will haunt your dreams and your wake You will start to shake, Sweat, Cry, Scream, Beg to rid me from your thoughts, I will be there forever, I have taught you to never say never. You kiss the ones who try And, most the time cry, To keep you safe and calm For the storm has started since 2006. For I dig my claws, In to all surrounding jaws. They don’t know what to say, To make me go away. From the hell I create every day. The pain is so tormenting and deep, All you can do is keep, Me all to yourself. For you are a soldier who has been trained well Once again to live in this hell.
you hide in shadows like the coward you are coiled and ready to strike and jar me from those moments I’ve managed to find precious few minutes of calm in my mind your aim is true as you grab hold and squeeze twisting, constricting ’til I’m on my knees my breath you take, my blood runs cold then your fangs sink, that’s when they take hold injecting your poison, this venom so vile that it renders this warrior unable to smile or to laugh or to love or to reach for the light that shines all around him, through the love in his life But hear me well…that light, love, and faith are that which will beat you, send you to the gates of hell where you came from, it’s there you’ll return to the fire that birthed you, in it you’ll burn for i am a warrior of the red white and blue one of millions who are battling you you’ve gotten fat on the ones you think beaten but their war’s not over, nor mine, retreating is not in our credo, our oath is unshaken we fight for each other ’til each has taken that final march in the battle to destroy the silent pestilence invading our joy standing together, warriors all families, friends who’ve heeded the call our mission is clear, you a clear target our ammo is chambered, and lest you forget we fight to the death for ourselves and each other for each of our sisters and all of our brothers we’ll drag your disease ridden, slimy carcass into the light, no longer you’ll mark us in shadows or nightmares, or memories unbidden this light we will shine until all is unhidden you can’t survive where there are no shadows you can’t feast on a mind where truth flows perhaps not today and maybe not tomorrow but you will not beat us; bury us in sorrow we are warriors, an army of light we’ll see you in hell before we give up our fight we know your name, we’ve got your number PTSD? Fuck You – You’re OUTNUMBERED HOOAH
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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