The Writer

Lady Luck

running through a field on fire
She cried out into the wilderness
a gracious soul, her life we must bless

the seeds of freedom, scattered among her ashes
She now blows with the wind
a life in flashes

an eternal quest
She now lays to rest
She was the one
the very best

My Heart

It gets a little smaller every year, but It’s still made of gold

Eclipse, a moment of silence

the Moon embraced the Sun
jacked heartbeats, united, I tremble

It came & it went
a moment well spent
without it, my spirit, still hollow

Venus

My pride in free fall
in my eyes, She stood tall
Her boots made of leather in fishnets

Her mouth my command
Her mercy, my hand
I must have Her

The price I must pay
Her orders obey
no tomorrow

She whips me with greed
a dark, hidden need
My soul is now freed
and I’m guilty

Speechless

a gracious sight of rare, so precious
the night meets the day at Dawn

it’s Venus & Mars
melting like candy bars

in the middle of the sea
lightning strike a cloud in me
and I’m speechless

Where the butterflies rumble

a gang of butterflies danced across the bay
their reflections, like fresh Limes, in the ripples

in the Turquoise blue Sea
a mirror world
the place to be
while She is rising

into the wild, I now walk
deep green, I can’t talk
it’s so silent

She whispers, I see
an ancient crooked tree
full of Olives