I counted stars once not for any practical reason not for romance they patiently waited for me to finish, as if they cared   I was sitting by a campfire spitting it’s cinders as part of the evening’s death throes they fluttered skyward before dissolving…

Veins open arteries connect blood pumps system flows life-giving filters cleaning the heart has a very big meaning No life without it working hard and moving pacing itself for life to stay alive smoothly No clotting Aneurisms or closures Eat health Exercise daily Or risk…

Tears fall down as much as the rain outside was, I kept ingeminating, its not possible – cannot be happening, like the hated porcelain doll, his figure was unchanging, however, it turns out as poignant comedies, and I became cognizant of his equanimity, ashamed at my…

The main ingredient has arrived All eyes on me What the fuck you looking at (Fuck you mean) Bitch you on know me Im da gatekeeper (Wont let yo ass in) Queen of the damned (Won’t forgive you for your sins) Goddess of the people…

The iron fist’s grip is slipping and arthritic Rusted and soon to be obsolete Or at least less relevant Say the idealists Soon all forms of authority will be eclipsed When consciousness is digitized and exists in space that’s infinite This analog wetware meat vessel…

Don’t Panic. Stuck amongst the trees of steel and glass whose canopy shields the moon and haze? Don’t Panic. Don’t lose your sense of Glory. Drive straight out and away (with some discernment and logic) drive until the largest structure is a lake Get out…

Jeeps are good for traveling. My daughter and I went to the lake. The moon shone across the lake. Shadows Of Life were in the water. The light of the Moon remind me the of the light of His presence. Then suddenly shadows appeared behind…

  I crave delicate touches Possibility, pure innocence, and untainted curiosity Shinning in the eyes of a toddler. Spreading joy with reckless abandon. Chubby folds, powdered diaper bums Frolic in the air Babbling  baby gibberish I love delicate touches… j.r.m© 2016

If I were to sometime see you dance, I know my heart would sing, perhaps once the circumstance, betwixt between and everything Never once have I thought it through, but now the ends in sight You creating the maid mist’s view and me, the wandering…

I am a Word Warrior I beat on my chest and sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world Walt would be proud with the way I wield my pen that is mightier than any sword That I carry in my arsenal armed with…