Of, For and To

I have always been writing of,
And to you,
With different
Character names,
Never even knowing it,
Or that you even existed.



We must know
What our forbearers knew,
We have forgotten,
But are not lost

It will be scary

We must learn
Before our opportunity is missed;
Do not waste
Your spot
Do not waste your

Never Been


All night with the owl,
Or calling early morning with the crow,
Midday butterflies at play,
Caterpillar on journey,
Seagull in a strange land,
Dragonfly showing opal wings,
Or my familiar dog
And coy cute cat friends,
At the zoo
-From exhibit to exhibit;
At the store
-A smile from a friend I’ve yet to meet;
Alone on the beach
-With the ocean and breeze;
Or the middle of the night…

And oh yes! –Solitary moth,
I remember you!
(I never forgot),

I have never,
Even “in my darkest hour”,

Love and Hurt

Written 2010

I do not know how to foster
the kind of patience, understanding,
and strength that i need, that this requires.
I don’t know how to keep sane
when everything around me
is pure insanity.
i don’t know how to be loving,
though I love,
when everything in my nature
tells me “this hurts, don’t accept, fight back”.
and so, i read and read,
searching in words to find the answers,
that i already know.
answers that are before me
just as stories, stories that tell our lives.
Our lives in different locations,
with different names, and dates. but no solutions,
no fixes.
we are the guinea pigs for this life,
and we’ve so far been dealt a difficult hand.
we love and we hurt,
we hurt and we love
and that is how we live
in our little home