When Worlds Collide...

On the Wings of the Phoenix 

Spinning in circles
The squares lose their corners,
The triangles find strength,
The hexagons bond,
And builds a Helix.
The dots joined together
By lines and arcs,
To continue this long
Thread of Life.

Touch of Velvet

I thought about this a lot and I figured this poem would bring out whats deep inside both these paintings. They are to me reflections of each other in two different lights. One speaks to me about how deep a person can be and how that one person needs to have inevitable change and pull oneself up from the ashes and the other is the glue that holds one together. A symbol to me of how everything in life has two sides disregarding how sharp, deep, wide, gentle, curved, blurred or clear things get. 

Meet Me Halfway...

Morning Mist rolled in,

When the Sunlight touches the Darkness

With her came eerie Morning Whisper.

"Moonlight, careful now, 

Sunny Summer's almost near.

Use your gentle rays to inspire each heart.

Every minute you spend in the sky 

Is special.",

They sang in chorus.

Like a new born babe,

I shrugged my round shoulders 

And emoted my bewilderment.

Soleil Brille came up beside me slowly.

Like a kind papa bear

And reached out his luminescent fingers.

I'd come to know and love Papa Brille

Every crescent moon,

Though I remember each rebirth

His touch was warm, new and radiant,

Just as the marvel in my baby eyes remained the same.

Cindy Starr and Corey Comet came storming in,

Yelling out loud, 

As loud as the MilkyWay would endure,

Endure their starry melodrama.

But she, Mama MilkyWay, always always,

Scooped us up in her cushioned arms.

Safe is what we felt 

And safe is what we disseminate.

Time passes by,

Watery Earth sees me as a whole,

I reflect my lit up eyes at dawn

And hope that I have fulfilled

The Song of the Morning Twins.

Where the Wind Blows...

Its been a strange few weeks. Between the amount of French I'm cramming into some poor lil munchkins heads and like wise the amount that is being crammed in my head, I was beginning to think all the colours floating in my head were gonna be stuck there.And like the colours in my head I felt stuck too trying to decide on different things.

Smudged Direction

Storms rage
Far beyond any man's grasp
Will it flatten your house?
Or will it just make you gasp?

Have you your path found?
Or is the fire burning inside you
Almost put out?
What comes next maybe is,
Is what you doubt.

Golden is the sunlight that streams in
Or do you choose
The moonlight that will soon
Kiss the darkened sky?



A little voice emanates
From the body before ye
Silken as honey
As kind as the breeze
That touched your toes.

The two halves
Glued as one
Yet reaching for the stars,
Each in its own way finding
Solace, rhythm, rhyme and reason.