Pink ones. Love the color pink. Blue Rose’s, and on any holiday. Birthdays. And. On, Easter Day.

i still see your eyes the only ones to ever find my hidden deep   i still feel your smile  

She glows silver in the sky tonite asking for a song could be a howl could be cry   doesn’t matter what or why im singing down here   harmony won’t wait too long  

Freshly and clean. The fishes are swimming to bayside. Where’s the fisherman? When its Sunday service, and And a fish fry. Mommas kitchen’s, Is arosey smelling good up in here. No part from, Foster love. Minute by minutes, and Hour by hours. They stand ushering….

  Poem 16: A Tribute to Lewis Carroll   The duck, David, not Donald Spoke perfect English And never quacked But tact, he lacked   He did not like Durwood, the bowler-hatted dog He seemed  so pretentious With his country gentleman act And plethora of…

Warrior of Light The warrior of light lone battle a lone survivor Hour 15 @varenyas

mosaic pathways branches reach for sustenance tattered blood vessels   the answer awaits encircled circumstances kaleidoscope view   the beauty begs not the path of least resistance  

When it’s dark and my mind is circling the drain ready to recharge You lay next to me and breathe into my hair I hear you’re sighs and coos and when you finally drift off into sweet slumber your muscles jolt as if releasing all…

Crescent Carving  I imagine you, a perfect planet  shadow rising upon the tide. Pale yellow beam behind harvest wishes, follow this crescent star. Under sweet silent space from deep, dark, broken night. Transverse summer spirit  shine through light. Serene morning here at home.

Whenever he wants attention He slides over Garlic. It isn’t his breath. That is mint Listerine. Can garlic seep out of hair? She slides a hand though it Trying to solve the puzzle. The hair is more an oil. The clothes a musty fog. Skin….