life for a mission
without permission
missing a spark
stumbling in the dark
contentment with now
searching for the sacred how
pulling on the magic string
hooking up new crochet thing
what is the secret code
that will reveal the road
to self realize my potential
my life so quintessential
the best of me is yet to show
connecting to spirit in the flow
my yearning for the words of souls
now on the top of NY goals
Poem above read by the author.
so here we go
my cheeks are too fat
that doesn’t sit well
with my pants
is it the sweetness
of the food i eat
or the emotions
harbored within
my life story
unwritten untold
creative activities
fixed on food
where to find a joyous
focused task
giving me purpose
how to feel alive
for one I know
writing does it
my fingers help
the mind to settle
the reader is still
to be discovered
The poem ‘Uncertainty’ read by the author.
don’t get me wrong
i for one am strong
believer in the dogma
that prevails for long
that it’s ok to be woman
that it’s ok to be man
it’s ok to be human
since the life began
the consensus is that
we all should be glad
to be living together
loneliness is pretty sad
now saying that
look inside the hat
pull out the rabbit
make sure it is not a rat
the make up looks bit tragic
perform a piece of magic
stick with the old part
undertake a change of heart
let’s get this one straight
for a miracle is never late
the outcome might surprise
even the creator the great
Reading of the poem ‘Transformation’ by the author. For Spotify subscribers.
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vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground
snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut
below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds
touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light
the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be
days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink
loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters
roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep
Serene land read by the author
