Eyes and Nose

Climb the highest peak
Run through the deepest vale
Still the mystery remains
Your eyes stay horizontal
Your nose runs vertical

Eyes Open

The sky clears, the sun alights
The clouds form, the rain falls
Patterns forming on our horizon
Who notices our lives changing

A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a little witch. She was a pretty little witch living in a fool’s world. She lived in the woods outside of town with her mommy, a servant woman, and daddy, an ogre, and her brother, the half-orc. And lived is what she did, because her parents ignored her and let her do anything she felt like. They did not have good parenting skills. So the little witch grew up in the woods and she taught herself to misbehave. Misbehaving got attention. Soon she found other bad little warlocks and witches, just like her, and they became friends. She envisioned herself as a leader of her friends, but she wasn’t. She was never a leader. She was a going-a-longer, which is not quite as bad as a follower, but almost. Anyway, she would sometimes sound off, stick in her two cents worth and then she would go along with whatever the others did.
One day she discovered her friends had been seized by the town leaders and accused of terrible crimes, oh dear. They were accused of being bad evil witches and warlocks and anarchists. But worse was, that when she discovered the accusations, she knew the charges were true. The girl waited for the town leaders to come for her too but they never did. They wanted the leaders, not the going-a-longers and followers. She was scared and decided right then she would be a better person.
She started acting somewhat normal and doing better in school and she found new friends. Life at home was hard for the girl. She did not get along with her uncaring parents and her brother was becoming more orc-like every day. He was mean and scary. Her mother was always tired and her father was still an ogre. Eventually she left her neglectful parents and half-orc brother and went to live with another family. Her new family was loving and caring. She had a hard time understanding life there. They tried to teach her hard concepts: respect, responsibility, affection, ethics and morals. She resisted. She claimed her life had been fine and her ways were best for her. She could not see her own flaws. But she wanted to fit in and didn’t want to be sent away. She was scared and decided right then she would be a better person.
The family found a good school for the witch to go to. In order for her to go, she would have to study hard and do well. She would work harder and try to be all the things her new family wanted her to be. So she went to the new school. She was scared and decided right then she would be a better person. But soon she was back to her old going-a-long ways and she found people who were different, misfits, outsiders, malcontents, and dropouts and started to revert to her old ways again.
One week she was a witch, the next a vegetarian. She was into the stars, then the market, then something else. She had a new friend. The following week another new one and the old one was gone, only to be replaced by a coven of new ones. The pattern was established and intensified. She fell in love, she fell out of love. She fell in lust and out again. She was scared and decided right then she would be a better person.
Then she discovered the world of the Darwinian castoffs and she was sure she was home at last. These were rejects even rejects could reject. How much better did the world get? She cast aside all else and threw herself into the Darwinian pot. She even tried to make Darwinian stew herself. However, like with everything else in the life, this too proved to be too much and the stew failed to materialize. Eventually the Darwinians found she was not really one of them (they were very retarded) and she had to leave. She was scared and decided right then she would be a better person.

She moved back with her mother and the ogre and the half-orc brother and tried to find herself. The witch had spent so long pretending to be many different things, she was not sure what she really was any more. Life went by one day at a time and she was sometimes bored, but one thing she was sure of. This time, she was not scared and she was going to be a better person.

Our pasts

Pasts are lived forever
Played over in our minds.
Soon we cast aside the bad
And grasp onto the good.
Gentle smiles and sweet kisses
Touches soft and smooth to feel.
These we remember well for time
Passing on as we cling to them.
But the memories are still strong
In our minds long after they're
Long gone from our doings, yet
Sweet breezes hold no touch
And light scents cannot last
As long as people we have loved.
May the thoughts linger long and
The love endure longer for those
We have had in our pasts.

Autumn

If you cannot understand
Look to the autumn and
Search the leaves of red.
Watch the wind blow across,
And the grass wave as it does.
Hear the crunch as you walk.

Sacred

I see a world of ordinary
In which nothing is sacred.
As I look at the sacred,
I see only the ordinary.

Such is Life

The moon is cold and the wind is strong. Still I move closer to the fire. When the rains start, i huddle. When they roar, I cringe.I open an umbrella for dryness. When the fire dies, I am cold. When the umbrella folds, I get wet. Such is life.