Her Temple Of Words

Her Temple Of Words

She has taken so long

Buying a book a week

She read every one

Anywhere and everywhere

She read and read

Ten thousand books

Her house is completely filled

Finally, her wish comes true

Her books become the bricks of her temple

A place where she can be all alone

Surrounded by the friends she loves

She knows that she can be herself

Escape the stress of the world

And step into the magic of her world

The world of the printed page

The Church Of Haight And Ashbury

The Church Of Haight And Ashbury

I know of a church

There’s no alter

There’s no bell tower

And there are no pews

Instead of statues

The prophets walked among us

Singing and playing new music

Jimi, Janis and so many others

Taught of love and peace

They are so long gone

Taken before their time

But the church still stands

And they still walk the streets

All you need to do is stand still

Even for just a few minutes

At the corner of Haight and Ashbury

You can feel them there

And you can still hear their music

All you have to do is believe

The Last Ride

The Last Ride

I do not know how many rode the train

Who they were or the stories they told?

I know that they were rounded up

Treated like animals by true animals

But I do lie just a little bit

I knew of one person who was shipped for being old

I heard her story so many times from my mother

She was loaded in and killed as soon as she stepped out

No other crime except living a long life and becoming old

Yes, I do cry for everyone who was forced on that train

The ones who died for not committing any crimes

But my thoughts are still with that old lady

The pain and sadness she must have suffered

And the moment of her death in a cold blank room

I have never met her but I wish I had

My great-grandmother will live forever

In my heart, my mind and my soul

Siren’s Call

Siren’s Call

Myths told

Beauty living in the deep

Comparing to Aphrodite

They are the best the gods offered

The Siren’s song

Melodic and pure

Calling men to their doom

Everyone knew the stories

But once the song began

No one could ever resist

So ships were lost

And men took their last breaths

All for a hope of love from a beautiful woman

Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours

I have never seen them

Nor has anyone else

Tiny, magical little creatures

Waiting through the heat of summer

Pacing back and forth

Wearing holes in their floors

Waiting for the first cool breeze of September

They ready themselves for the right moment

Paint buckets by their sides, brushes in hand

When the first breezes of October come

They fly to the cities and forests of the north

Stopping to paint every leaf on every tree

And even though they may only last a short time

Everyone admires their work

And, a few who know who they are

Will thank them and wait another year

Just to see their magic once again

A Different Insanity

A Different Insanity

There are a few people

Some consider them insane

Others believe that they are free

They will stop where ever they are

And they will just start to laugh

They may dance to no music

Or they may sing for no reason

It doesn’t matter if there is anyone there

Or what others think of them

Or what the crowd says

It doesn’t even matter if they have any talent

They just want to live their lives

Share their happiness with others

And maybe see someone laugh, sing or dance

They feel the more the better

Yes, they may be insane

But that is a kind of crazy we all should admire

The Magic Of The Road

 The Magic Of The Road

So many roads

Each going a different way

Following its own path

They may intersect

Crossing each other

Allowing travelers just a second

Before they go along their way

But rarely two roads combine

Becoming one steady path

Travelers meet and walk together

Getting to know each other

And maybe falling in love

As rare as that is

It does happen to many

And that is the magic of the road