Creative Writing, Poetry

Green to Blue

Green to blew my heart is true
See in the sky, how high I fly looking down,
Do you see that town?
Nothing is moving because of you
Your slumber makes the world stand still
Arise, wake up, the moons had enough
See the sun’s rays, beyond  hill range?
He’s holding still, waiting for Jill
Even the rain,  waiting patiently

Come sweet child open thy eyes
Eastern wind won’t even blow
The birds are waiting need fly high
To swoop and dive before they die
Oh come, wake up sleepy head-why

Do we have to blow?
the wake-up horn
A mighty raw, wake the heavens for sure
The stars they twinkle, waiting, so still
I’m flying high waiting for Jill

Green to blue the sea needs to move
Moon; she turns our ocean tides

Wow betide – time to rise make some pies


A Cry



A thousand years, one has sung this song
Resonate  thou heart beat throbbing
Tears of shattered glass spills forth
d’ye not see this longing
Now dissipated dreams, feel that breeze
Hope of love, all but lost, fading blindly

Streams of unforgettable excruciation
Dominion – evolution
Thy heart, encircled untouchable plastron
Rejecting, rebuffing these endless
emotions flowing oceans deep

Shrill of joy, cries of triumph – exultation
Fabrication – forging of will’s, minds collide
Fable, fictitious endlessly Moorish
Cataclysm our two worlds do strife

Oh ye be my will-O-the-wisp

Endless gratuitous imagination
knowing the unrestrained ecstasy
Thou be my Egeria, divinity
Numa’s, instructress

Your effulgent emitting dazzling pulchritude
Disseminate foreboding presentiment
Rhythmically vibrate recurrence
Enchanted bewitched, quench thy thirst

Refresh distinctive ye taste of lust
Appetizing attractive flavour of honey
Sweet is thy ambrosia fugitive sensation

Hands sweep smoothly, lightly over
Behold in days to come, we will evanesce
She calls to me our Evanescence






I saw a Wren
shall I tell Gwen

Their on a branch
not on a ranch

Little Robin sitting,
No Batman near
Oh’ dear,

So close we were
looking not a care

Into the wood
no Teddy bears here

Now to the meadow
buttercup yellow
Yellowstone Park
not in the dark

Butterflies flitter
seemingly nowhere to go
Do you remember Trigger ?
then on the corolla for a little feed

So many weeds
do not want your need

Do you live in a State with alligators?
Oh” my, see corrugators
not pleased
see you later

I am going to the Nile to see Crocodiles
I might just run a mile
poor young “TUT” had a horse run over his butt

Beautiful Nefertiti did not need her Tee tees
having six girls and all with the last, her son
young king “TUT”
Nefertiti is also known as Nafteta, – “the beauty has come”

Now back to the States,
how long must I wait
for ups with my fright?.






I have read in a book
my “Soul” is not mine
When I lay on my bed
taking my last breath

Someone called god
seems, it belongs to him

Well listen here mate
you can think again
for I am “Free” of “Will”

My “Soul” is truly mine
a “Spirit” in me
its “Super Young Cool”

No one can take
No one can give

Its in nature “Free”
for me – we are
nobody’s slave – see.

I do no ones bidding
I’m not kidding

You can say what you like
before I depart

My “Soul” will have gone
with “Spirit Free”

To a realm of light
You bet that’s so right

It also states my “Soul”
is immaterial, the
emotional part of man
Commands ones “Soul” to God

I don’t believe you Man
my “Soul” is mine, mine only
its very important to me

Tis more than words
Tis who I am how I behave
my life

They are built in, seed of beginning
over sees my engines running

I believe my “Spirit” comes
and goes as we sleep
where, I don’t know
not really bothered

It always comes back
you see, its “Free”
travels at “Will”

Sunlight, moon night
their like batteries
a positive a negative
you can’t have one
without the other

Their not good or bad
but they are always together
a spark in the heart
a glitter the eye

Some how somewhere
theirs a door no key
we are “Free”
sometime to pass
say good bye

One can believe
what one wishes
we are a Individual

I don’t ask you to believe
Don’t ask me to believe you

what’s true is blue in the sky
for my eyes to wonder the
starry night
Their I see a twinkling star.




Can you See The Mist

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A shimmering light of cloud
Woman and child stand
with their backs facing

Passing, gone through the night
Waters flow, streams of blood
No one calling
You have taken my life

She standing
hand in hand little one
No tears of sorrow
no more the rain

Gone to another plain
a higher plateau
No more their songs
laughter love, joy

Tepee’s smoldering
cattle in chains
“Yes” yes, your land stolen
Spirit guide are you
calling to me

Yes, yes your land stolen
Blood for tears
Tears for blood
Both standing silently
showing me

Black as a Raven
Black as a crow
Dissolving spirits
Clouds so high.

Turn facing fright life
eyes streaming black
as night
Both showing calling

Silently not a word
See, look what you
have done
“No” no not I

Do not call this night
this darkened light
To the clouds high
their behind.

Dissolving, misty
slowly, rising high
this swirling smoke.




Tis true my love your lips I miss 
We may have dined on morsels be 
But have we not heard our calling 
Yes fair maiden sitting next to me 
Hand in hand a world of our own

Just thee and I our castle for two 
Do not forget my hearts for you 
u-no-le my girl my all my everything 
My hunger for you each awakening 
Dreams so many thee next to me

To have you dip – that before you 
Crumble willingly into thy bosom 
No not ever the end for me- beginning
Only in thy arms feel thy sweet juices 
Tis full life that we give to each

Never ending day and night both will be 
I hear your voice i hear your love 
Folding me within your arms 
Our taste of cinnamon both do share

You, only you my be my love 
Life for both pains no more 
u-no-le the woman for me.


A woman I loved

A woman I loved left her be
My God what a fool do such thing
Did I not see how she loved me
Now I say come back my love
I lost you once never more
Only if you wish friends again
Yes never here this place pain
But in my soul never truly gone
Too late now, it be too much
water under the bridge
Yes it be me who left this
woman, sincerely loved

Therefore, life must go on we
wonder often how you be
Not a word, a call. Died
Nothing compares to you
your smile, poetry, love.
My place I know upon this land
theirs many types of love we speak
we may use it freely in words to you
I feel a bond, it may be spiritual
I hope it. For it is free to do as it
pleases, it can travel places we know
not of.
You speak so wisely and of understanding
so, like a goddess who listens openly
my talk of love to you my sweet, is to show
you that there is always someone who cares.

If not in body, only in words
I know you need someone to hug, embrace
hold hands; be in your life, even to love.
A thousand voices cannot do that for you

What you have is special to you, yours
You are loved by others in your life
One day soon it will be fulfilled, so true
Your Goddess is helping you, believe

No more, I speck of love to you
Love I say as a friend, helpless that I be
this I write may not be right
for you I say believe one day.