little pea snail
left a trail
follow me he said
away from those
who misunderstand
the way of the land
through hardship
we make our shell
circular is life
we bid them farewell
Category: Poem
bird of paradise flower
the last flower to bloom
before the sunsets
a boy and a girl
sit holding hands
over the worlds uncertainty
their view is the same as ours
but their destiny
is one that together
we may be able to change
Fight for Peace
to fight for peace
is to die for love
a promise was made
before time
in a faraway land
were two lovers
held each others hand
Blue Planet
when the Blue Planet
burns
their will only be
ash
to feed our children
A Chance for Romance
a name on a card
as we danced
a feeling of wanting
kept us close
our hearts beat
to the applause
perpetuate love
perpetuate love
we are all dreamers
waiting for someone
to be with us
Is love a paradox?
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find love
City
the past remains
to preserve the present
their armies rest
while we toil
because if the outcome reversed
then we would be the ones
marching to our death
and they would be the ones
to meet us
Turtle Doves
when one is alone
they must choose
to love once
or not at all
and when they meet
their love is eternal
Queen
perplexed by her beauty
her soft lips and striking eyes
the way she twirls her hair
her voice soft but authoritative
her perfume sweet like ambrosia
holding court by your side
Echoes of Life 