Let us, Let us Fall on the mat floor grasping, twirling in a fashion but controlled, reaching for arm and ankle. To submit the body, to free the soul. Let us, Let us Sprawl against takedowns or plant a knee on the ground, pushing and…

Watch out for the bubblegum – its flavor, watermelon or strawberry, long Ago popped away into a tiring state, set to Labotomize the cement, filled with its own troubles of cracks and Krakens the city refuses to maintain. Instead, they invest that money in themselves and…

Professor Helio Please Even if we start on our knees Have us roll hard to please (and) Honor your legacy (by) Ruining these gis.

I continued through the dust and debris Hearing voices, faint and unrecognizable Adults, children, trapped   Had I left them in my memory that long? Were they me? Am I saving myself?   I swear I didn’t mean to leave you there When my multi-story…

Power’d down, no hope to shrimp Comes down heavy, the crash of a blimp Gi’d arms go in, carotid crimped Gurgle for breath, body goes limp

Out at dawn Her favorite trail Open, before her   Soles, strumming the dirt she finds a rhythm Her heart, picks up the beat   Lifting her face to the sky She smiles   Inhaling deeply Fresh Air Sunshine   the path varies Shadows cast…

POEM 06 I have strolled this path many a morning. My daily constitutional I choose to call it. The suns above the horizon already drying the dew. The red squirrels already having a fit. Sometimes my pace is hurried. My mind won’t grasp a thought….

Before finally giving up jogging, the voice of a 5 yo had asked out loud why I was running so slowly. I stubbornly sped up for a quick burst to leave her and mother behind. On my longer runs I used to encounter a very…

    Poem 6 Creativity   Where do I find creativity?   It’s often not at my desk where nothing much changes except on this electronic gadget that wants something from me.   I enjoy strolling amongst an ever-changing landscape that speaks in a language…

Nectar peach rose Turn another color In the sun The neopbyle of the mornings. Comfort us in the darkest hours, A piece of God’s heart, Looking upon the earth. Ray’s of Orange hue, Sparkles our life’s views, Pure golden light, Burns with God’s might. Eastern…