They control the air we breathe The food we eat, the water we drink The ground we walk upon, The time we spend They control the thoughts of men They control the swish of the pen   The powerlessness of people Drives poets to write They control our...

You are, my heart, soul, and flower. My mirrored kin and spirit, yet looks and kisses unreturned.   You are, the beating heart of my soul, still waves of unrequited love crash, pummeling my psyche.   You are, my flower whose petals never wilt -  rather, I bloom in my moonlight...

Most of us came from have not tribesHaving to fight, to stay alivePassing it all on down the lineTo each generation, from vibration into vibesDown the line of the time linesFor the lines of time, some have diedAnd thosethatSurvived....

inside the stillness I can abidemelancholy exists here a humbling placeyour life slowed down within feeling portraitsof where you've been and where you're goingcarefully I reviewsadness grows wearymy thoughts worrydeep in my hollow spaces there is timegreeting me in...

A blue day todayBut I wrote a couple of versesAnd I feel a bit betterAs if I met a good friendAnd I lost some tension off of these crumpled muscles.