Kindle Edition

Category:  Poetry
ISBN-10:  1520207557
ISBN-13: 9781520207551

This book of collective thoughts is for my two beautiful daughters, thirty years of not knowing where they were how their life turned out. There was not a day that went by that I didn’t think about them and tried to find them, finely through fate and faith we found each other within a week on Facebook. It has been a tearful and wonderful reunion. Now we can begin the process of getting to know each other all over again, building our lives together one day at a time. I so dearly missed you two with all my heart I so dearly love you both.

Winter on the Glen
Gone are those days of gentle contemplation, where nothing seemed real but the day that faded into evening light. A struggle to reach beyond, all those things I thought I knew but never understood them to be true.
Barely a moment, just a moment, so it seemed in quest for timeless love a prefect beginning were never winter becomes my spring just, a moment to lie my head upon your couch that is all I need. Yet I want to see, feel, cry and laugh, just know before winter once again covers the glen.
Reflections mirrored in my tears strained with hope, I watched and waited, and winter came and covered the glen. I grew old, mirror I grew old. The spring brought more than life blooming; the war had come to an end. I awoke moist breath upon my cheek, a child’s lips between the pinwheels. Winter came no more upon the glen he came home and I cried knowing I’ll never ever be alone, I cried you have become a man. They brought you home to your glen.












A Bed for Adonis
Vincent van Gogh, Claude Monet, all stood on the edge of bringing beauty a life of its own, to touch and feel the ceiling of the universe in its blink still cold emptiness yet full, and to smell the salty sea. To run among the stars and to cry, laugh, touch and be loved is all we want. Shadows fall among the true as if they are pale reminders of the inner thoughts bound not by reason nor felt in song.
Just a field of godly blooms a bed for Adonis head shelter from Shakespeare lost seasons, the silhouettes of yester year. and every farewell dreamer that has landed upon the shore of humanities embrace, I kiss the soft sweet William peddles and blow the pinwheel of all my wants into the abstract were another will turn the page.
It is a wonderful day to breath, it is a wonderful day to lay awake and dream. Soft is the journey that carries the timeless morning and afternoon light the embrace of yet a sonnet, a painting a poem and upon the clay of destiny, I mourn no more. A fellow can always turn the page. Turn back you soldier turn back you gentlemen of old turn back Vincent turn back Monet turn back my heart never mourn.
And yet the well runs dry the road has come to its end for some small child for some old man some soldier laying upon the cinder fields. Now is where the true journey begins to understand this life, just a field of sweet William for Adonis to lay his head. An ox pulling still his burden strains his will, turn back o ox there awaits your supper there awaits your earthly toil, there awaits your place next to were Adonis lays his head.





To many trees where is the forest. (Taboo)
There are many subjects that seem to be held in silent contemplation when in an unfamiliar crowd but are excepted when likeminded persons meet to vent their opinion on a subject at hand, as long as they agree with the orator’s agenda. This not an American problem, but a human one, shared across the globe from the tiniest Kenya village to the great metropolises of the world. As far back as recorded history goes we humans have always had our prejudices, our contempt for those that don’t believe as we do or have a different color of skin, ideologies, world views that seem strange from the inward lookers prospective. Religion, Politics, sexual orientation, boarders that define those that live across the tracks as those people these are the Taboos of too many trees were we just can’t see the forest. Taboo is defined is some respects as. (a social or religious custom prohibiting or forbidding discussion of a particular practice or forbidding association with a particular person, place, or thing).
I think we all understand the implications of how troubling it is judge without understanding but we all do in some form or another. Back before this Nation was formed from the great experiment of European revolt against sane and reasonable value of the individual to seek liberty, not freedom but liberty to different things, freedom comes at the cost of standing against the horror of indifference and despots of human physical and mental torcher, while liberty is a hope that all we have strangled against will never reshape the landscape of brotherhood back into the cinder fields of strife, and conflict , conquest that places the victor in the end in the dust bin of history. That is the defining message in, “Give me liberty or give me Death” Roger Williams once said of this, "distressed of conscience”. In August 1637 was born an idea of liberty of conscience". But it is more than just an idea this liberty of conscience, this distressed of conscience that leads to indifference to the rights of man. Yes, over the course of some five thousand years we have come far yet in the simplest ideas that shape the human we are still defined by those taboos that keep us apart, keeps us from advancing toward a unified world, were we see not the color of one’s skin, not the religious belief, not the course of human dignity. We still find it impossible at times to touch the contours of the heart, that we cannot be island in the stream that drives the heart home.
Our world I like to say at times is felled with so much hope, so much promise yet we fail ourselves in achieving some of the basic human needs, understanding that yes, we are all different but we are not strangers to the prospect of unconditional hope that tomorrow will be better than today. A new dawn is upon us how we face the challenges of a world of uncertainty will set us upon a course, we have seen before but will we find our way to a greater awareness, or will we continue to place our taboos at the forefront of how we see each other, it’s an open question but in time I believe we will be able to notice, see walk through that wonderful forest and set peacefully among the trees.