the wind is a song
that bends those velvet petals
for the lips of bees

true love is hard to find.

it's like turning lead into gold,
water into wine,

ketchup into barbeque sauce.

miracles do occur,
most often times
under moonlight

and sometimes under saffron and silky streetlight.


(play your wild card, Sam.
bet the jack of hearts,
run with the feeling.)

(she has

ICE,  BLUE, EYES,
and so innocent.

he wonders what it will feel like to hold her.

(think Sam,
use your imagination.)

(the clock is ticking on you, Sam,
let's do something crazy)


the what IF?

(with billions of stars
what if,
we are???

you can't always be an angel???)

he is searching for the perfect line.

Sam does not know she will bury his heart
in silent sorrow

he does not see the ghost in her eyes,
the blueness of ice and empty tears


she turns and smiles at Sam.

Love, you are the ocean's restless tide,
Ebbing and flowing with each passing day,
Your depths hold mysteries I cannot hide,
Yet in your embrace, my fears wash away.
I ask you this, and more, to be my guide,
Through life's uncharted waters, calm or rough,
To weather storms when doubts and fears collide,
And anchor me when seas are not enough.
Love, you are the sun's warm, radiant glow,
Dispelling shadows with your brilliant light,
I ask you this, and more, to help me grow,
To nurture dreams and make the future bright.
Love, you are the wind's gentle caress,
Whispering, filling me with bliss,
I ask you this, and more, my life to bless.

who thinks like this…
as my old guy body
creaks and groans
concerto moans of all
its ow own, ow-ing
a debt to oneself that’s
so overdue, the collateral
collectors, are disinterested,
but a passerby attentive,
sees on the street, my attention
riveted to dollar bills
that went to greet the street,
slipping from my overly full-
crooked fingers-bent, my sad
hesitation to bend and retrieve,
offering their lithe services, but
I pride~demure, internally
reflective, that I need as well,
pilates classes more for my
the cri of the heart & soul,
more than this body, ruefully
bending, remembering, reflecting
that it is powerful pride, the last,
that goeth before the fall…

Fri 5:10AM
May 31 2024
In the same sunroom

The dynasty powers that be
Are attempting a strong hold, a siege
By eradicating the middle class
They can change global societies caste

2024 has become the clear the air, year
Facts truths are becoming crystal clear
Exposing allegations, conspiracy theory
People Ostracize, for suggesting a query


Systematically destroying small businesses
Protesters steal,burn stores No witnesses
Government taxation laws, let it burn
Historical stores harsh lessons to learn

One by one, the stores bankruptcy close
Toys “R” Us, bed bath, and beyond, Kmart
Did Smart Bidenomics, adding to those
99CentStores stores, Sears and Burger King
I see a trend emerging middle class thing

No warning, overnight Red lobster closed
The community bought Mother’s Day
Gift cards the day before, people chose
Did the store know while taking the money
Or were nefarious actions, At play

Owners knew what was going down
Yeah, they took money from the town
Will they refund mothers not a sound

Tyrant stores are left
Walmart Costrco, target
Prices on the rise
Mc Donald’s five dollar french fries

I went to see a Magician
He asked me why I came
I told him that I need a disappearing act
And could he help out a hapless man

With a snap of the fingers
Or a wave of the wand
Roll up his sleeves to revel nothing
Then all of the sudden, ****!... I'm gone

Running from a woman
That and the IRS
Not really sure, which scares me more
Not placing my bets on that craziness

I see no other options
Either that or sawed in half
When there's two of me, they can each
Have what little there is left

Or maybe lock me up in a three-lock box
Toss me in the ocean deep
Either way would be okay
If that's the last they see of me

So please Mr. Magician
Can I make myself any clearer
I'll take what I can of your Abracadab
If you'll just help me disappear from here