The Summer Breeze

The deathly stares of the summer sun
Piercing through the dense green leaves
Unearthing the bones hidden beneath
In the stillness of the scorching air
Burning the body to torment my soul
Yet the chaotic struggle is my peace
For I have accepted the toll.

     The sun may cause my skin to burn
     But within my spirit takes its turn
     To rise above the pain and strife
     And find a calm within this life
     Standing strong and true
     To find peace in all I do.

The Winter Calls Me Home

Sure as the season changes and winter sets

Like basic instinct kicks the birds to migrate, 

My instinct calls me to the mountains

To the cozy nest that my parents built

Linger I never, to heed that call

Sure as the winter calls, 

I'll surely be heading home

For within that little nest lays

All the love in the world for me

All the hopes and dreams -dead and alive

All the memories that weighted and lifted me

For I'm made whole by those yins and yangs

And sure as the season changes, 

I'll always have a place in that nest! 

Hope - Seed

Hidden beyond in the shadow

In the damp earth that lights neglect

Where the grimes of dead lives collect

Spring life from the dead dried seed

An Eulogy for a Torn Jean

Your time has come

Dear old friend denim,

May we part in the light

That you're my absolute favourite!

Thank you for the snug fitting,

For you have been my second skin.

Like a yawn widely stretching,

Embracing a weight ever-changing.

Irony is that I tear you,

When I'd rather cling on to you

For I have so loved you!