she comes

Here she comes
with a smile
with her mouth
open wide

Watermelon
on her lips
all the juice
down her shirt

Smiles to me
asks for a date
will we go
outside to play?

The sun is out
let’s go to the lake
you take the ball
I’ll be in the swing again

Here she comes
she is my smile
the pretty girl
of my life

the lawn wishing star

Laying on the grass
looking and the stars
making wishes
that will never come to pass

Passing by
here they go
look at them
no more fun

Twinkle star
tell me why
there’s no hope
for my yard

My grass has died
it isn’t green
but my neighbor’s lawn
has better seed

Here I am
once again
on the grass
shedding tears

Tell my why
shooting star
my neighbor’s yard
it’s better than mine

I wish I had a blog

I wish I had a blog
that nobody read
knitting together simple words
for the pleasure of none

Not we, not you, not I
just a bunch of words
thrown to the sky

For the silence to enjoy
trees and birds to sing along

In this blog I would write
about the dreams I haven’t found
stretching the limits of innocence
drawing pictures with no regret

Is that the past its my ally
my worse enemy
my delight
how can I write about my dreams?
if there is no one to share with me

That’s the reason I want to write
to the silence
to nothing
to every one

But I still wish I had a blog
that wasn’t read
but just enjoyed

eight megapixels

The mega pixels of my life are becoming obsolete
the hard drive of my existence
wants more bytes for storage
Kilobytes
Megabytes
Gigabytes
Terabytes
why am I getting so old?
so quick
last year I was young and beautiful
this year I’m ready for the grave

The camera that documents my fun activities
was replaced by a younger looking one
This new one shoots real HD, 3D
any kind of “D”

I like to carry my past
where ever is available to watch
in front of my eyes
never behind or in my back
this gave birth to my conundrum
I need more space
to store the pains
to keep filed the anguish
to upload the images of my suffering

So, these cameras and hard drives
are very  outdated
eight mega pixels
two terabytes
not enough to capture
not enough to hoard
the complexities of life

Ironically I found my needs satisfied
in the methods of the past
for the sounds
old records
for the images
photographic  film
the words
pen and paper

Now I can release
I can be content
there’s no need to update
there’s no hurry to upgrade
eight mega pixels won”t be enough
but who cares!
my yesterdays will be well preserved
in the past where they belong.

There is place

The universe is expanding
what does that mean?
are we getting smaller?
starting to get more real?
more limits upon us?
borders
walls
doors to unlock, perhaps

But I wonder…
there is space in this place
for the extension of the mind
the expansion of the soul
sacrifice for what is loved
love the humble sacrifice

There is even place on this earth
for the institution and empire
walmart and the farmers market
can shake hands
give each other a hug

There is a dream that I might have
a different future that never lasts
where transformation is at its core
a new day, a new song, a new

The universe is expanding
places are being opened
grand opening of  ideas

There is place
but I don’t know exactly what does that men