Poem: Extinction 


The monster is here

In plain sight 

Silently slipping closer 

I watch with thudding fear

That malevolent eye staring at me

What have I done 

To bring this beast 

Baring down upon me?

My casual negligence 

Never facing the filth where it dwells

So now it can rise up

Take its breath 

And suck the souls 

In its wake

I may run

But it chases 

For it is an age old dance 

That one must lose 

Slyly moving 

There is no place to hide

It can wait forever 

So long it seems to disappear 

But this is the trap

Complacency created 

While hunger lurks close by 

Hunger drives the hunter

And we the hunted 

Will let the stink of fear 

Herd us to our ledge

Our shame

And our own mortality 

Someday maybe to

Extinction 

Poem: Turning


We are but a shadow 

Hidden within the folds

An outline of shape 

That no-one may know 

A tenuous meaning 

Fading from sight 

And where did we go?

 Drifting off

Into places unknown 

Those empty unreachable roads…

Or did we turn back?

Find phases of unforseen glory 

Blowing by

And waving to save our souls 

In this moment 

We are captured!

Diving furiously forward 

And on that beam of light 

We step out 

No longer gray and undefined  

We are color 

Goodbye Mr. President 


It was a sad day for me as I listened to the President’s last press conference. Whatever one may feel about his political stance, it’s hard to argue with his mastery of the English language, his eloquence and his sense of humor. My understanding is that he may still continue to be active when he sees a need and that keeps me hopeful. 

So as the sun sets on the last eight years of this historic presidency, I face the next four with a much different feeling. I can only hope we get through the next four years without more divisiveness than there already is now. 

Goodbye President Obama and thank you for all you tried to do and what you did accomplish. 

Poem: Out There 


Subdued and subtle 

Lonely floating dreams 

In the graying hues of mystery 

On the in between 

Of times endless possibilities 

That shifting cosmic universe

Here and there

Nowhere at all

Endings remain different 

The beginning may not be real

Reflection an illusion 

The power of brilliance spilled 

Hitting upon that moment 

Caught 

Slowly it sways 

Turning in only itself 

There is freedom 

And the ever spinning sphere 

Blows out into space 

To be swallowed 

By the cosmic constellations 

Let Freedom Ring 


I am a black cat and live with a white dog. We both live with a different species too. At times it’s tough, but we are family. Our Mom has taught us to get along and not to judge by the color of someone’s fur or if they don’t have any. She said it’s what is in their heart that counts. 

She was listening to a famous speech today about humans with black and white skin getting along. She was crying like she does every year when she hears it. I’m not sure if they are happy or sad tears, but I know that I hide under the bed when most people come into our apartment. I try to judge them from the content of their heart, but I still worry most the time. 

What is freedom anyway really? Can we all ever really live together in peace? In our house we manage and my mom tries to keep the spirit of message she heard today alive in her heart. 

I just wonder about everyone else?

Poem: Reckless Rhyme


It’s just junk

So I’m in a funk

To wonder why this hunk

Of junk

Is dumped?

We walk by

On the fly

Wondering why?

There are theories to debunk 

The weather is a mess

The earth in distress 

Humans unwilling to confess

What if animals could speak 

Would they think it bleak?

And trees give cheek?

Either way 

I will say

My heart is gray 

We must stop today 

Or they’ll be much to pay 

Emergence 


There are times we are comfortable sporting colorful attire. We flash and glitter so others will be drawn to our surrounding energy. This presentation may help to make us feel radiant as the positive glow spreads good vibrations. Beauty, natural and created–inward and on the surface, has a way of lighting the world. 

But some days we would rather stay tucked out of sight. The cloak we wear is chosen with care to make us invisible and therefore inaccessible to those around us. We hide quietly, maybe for our own selfish reasons, laying low amidst the cover. Do not bother us then, for doing so may be dangerous. It is simply a time that needs to happen. 

Eventually, the cycle will turn, the pendulum swing–and once again we will emerge fully into the world again. 

Reverberations


I am learning moments of peace. Take them when you can and put the troubled world behind. Try to lay back and relax. Meditate, breathe and hope for better things. 

Close my eyes and dream. Dream my reality into being. We all want much the same things in the end. So while we slumber, let’s create vibrations that reverberate positive energy long after we wake up.