What Is This ???

This and that and the others, so many images

Where has my imagination taken me

I ponder things not yet joined in meaning

How do I draw them all together in unity

There are so many different colors and shapes

What are they all trying to tell me about life

That's how everything finds a new beginning

Sort of like choosing members for a team

But all of this is a story is hiding in pieces

Brand new words have been waiting to speak

It seems that they are choosing me freely

They don't hesitate; they want to play today

I see blue rivers, green grass, brown earth

I see a  mufti-colored mountain and pink skies

I see a golden moon surrounded by pink 

I see a patch of gray with a blue-gray face

I see pieces of yellow light here and there

It's a magical word of many shapes and colors

I wonder about the blue-gray face of a person

The eyes, nose, and mouth are silver

But they look odd and in-human, not like us

Perhaps I should name him or her 

Perhaps a Sioux named, Wakanda

It means possesses magical power, a she in Sioux

Her brothers could be Bimisi (slippery)

Chesmu which means gritty

And Demothi (talks while walking)

Her sisters: Ooljee, Shadi and Tolinka

Moon, older sister, and coyotes flapping ear

Those are all Navajo names  for girls or women

Now we have a magical place to begin the story

All of the people have gray faces, girls and boys

I will let them speak and share there life stories

A journey of seven children on an adventure 

They are looking for Matoskah, the white bear

And his brother Wambleeska, the white eagle

O yes, now I know What This Is

A brand new story that's ready to be written

 

Many Pieces One Man

There  are many pieces collected from many places

There are many moments in the mosaic of a life

Some are smooth like glass unbroken

Some have jagged edges with bits of crimson

Some days the mosaic is inside of us

Other days we wear it on our faces

The pieces are all parts of us put together

But we don't know how they are placed

We don't know why they stick to us

Or why we can't run water and wash them off

But we can see the pattern though we can't control it

We don't make those decisions because life does that

But wherever they come from or when we are them

We are the pain and agony that stays and won't go away

We are the laughter that makes our bellies shake again and again

We are the fears and hurts, the doubts and dreams

We are the nightmares that rob us of sleep

But we are also the good days that that make us happy

Some days we look at our portrait in the mosaic of pieces

Some days we weep over what we see and say "That's not me!"

Some days we ask, "Who am I? Who is this man or women?"

Some days we feel O so good about what we see in mosaic

Some days we celebrate the journey that is captured in moments

But in the end we know we are the pieces in the mosaic that man or woman

Safe Harbors

 Safe harbors or great adventures

Is life about taking risks or being safe?

Do we want to change or stay the same?

The truth is that we are forever changing,

The question is "How do we want to change?"

Failure is okay; it gives us lessons to learn.

Failure means we don't have to make the same mistakes.

Failure helps us to find a better way to do something.

Without some failures we wouldn't succeed.

So why are we afraid that we might fail. 

We all live with doubts and fears.

They began in our younger years.

It's like we have been collecting them.

It's like that we can't live without mayhem.

So we just keep hanging on to them.

It's not a secret that we are better than that.

Have we forgotten who we really are?

We all have many gifts and talents.

So why don't we use all of them?

I think we can all believe in ourselves again.

That's worth thinking about often.

Get up and give life a respectable effort.

Don't let your doubts and fears imprison you,

You will set yourself free if you believe in you.

It's time to leave your safe harbor, not soon, NOW

 

 

 

What Is Love?

 

When I saw her something happened

She became my whole world

Nothing else mattered to me 

She was my whole world

She was everything in  my life


Love is not about sex or what a man can get

Love  is about being and kind and meeting her needs

Love is selfless and unselfish and putting her first

That is the love that I have for her, the lasting forever love

That is the best and most intimate love of all and built on trust


Real love has nothing to do with lust, not  about that at all


Real love  doesn't make women sen toys and objects to be used


Real love is not about sex on demand, and she is respected as a woman


Real love is all about the joy of being with her, being close to her


Real love is listening to her, and getting to know all about her




When I kiss her sweet lips, every fiber of my being lights up


When she kisses me my heart beats faster and faster


Her beauty never changes in my eyes, not even after many years


She grows for beautiful every day, and my eyes delight in seeing her


Most of all, real love is forever, and I can't live without her




Real  men believe in real love and are real soul mates
 

He Can Fly

He's a man who rides the thermals and he soars like an eagle and we all call him the Rainbow Guy

He climbs up high up the rocks, and stands on ledges. He jumps off of them and he hand glides

We all wish we had his courage, wish we could be like him and spread our wings wide and fly high

But  you see all of us aren't like him, we are so afraid  to give flying a try though we dream of soaring in the sky

The Rainbow man is a soaring eagle and he rides the thermals in every aspect of his life, and he flies high

You see he takes risks and that's how he has success, he's not afraid to fly and does what is impossible in our eyes

 He's a man who rides the thermals and he soars like an eagle and we all call him the Rainbow Guy

Love Me With No More Lies

There were no more flowers though he said that he loved her

There were no more chocolate truffles, the ones that made her feel special

He no longer took her out to dinner and danced with  her till dawn

She could smell the perfume of another woman as he lay on top of her in her bedroom

But he always told her that he loved her so many times, but his words were empty like glasses without water

She finally had to say it and it took him by surprise, Love me with no more lies 

Love me with no more lies, love me so I see it in your eyes

Love me with no more lies, don't think of her anymore while we make love together on my bed

Love me with no more lies, confess, that all that you want from me and all that I mean to you is sex 

In The Solitude of Silence

In the solitude of silence

she sat all alone

feeling surrounded by forces

out of the deep pit of darkness.

She was badly in need of a friend

but she went through so many of them

none of them stayed around long enough

to get to know her inner beauty.

In the solitude of silence

as she sat in her stuff chair

we knocked and we let us in

we came to visit her.

In the solitude of silence 

drinking coffee, eating cookies

we all listened to her story

and we became her friends.