The way you see them is the way you treat them. And the way you treat them, is the way they become

The Journey of Man

Through the wind I hear the cries
of those who told the dreadful lies

As freedom glides through the skies
the truth can be seen in their eyes

As he is - he dies
he needs to make bonds & ties

Now he knows time flies
and there's no use for goodbyes

Many people have gone further than they thought they could
Because someone else knew not only that they could, but that they should

Shop Talk

There’s a time for silence
And a time for talk

To be a sinner
And a saint

But keep in mind - caulk and paint
Will make it what it ain’t

TODD

Todd likes his Grey Goose
With a splash of juice
& he knows it’ll make your girls get loose

When it comes to beer – it’s Heineken
He’ll drink it all night with a mannequin
Or until it’s time to say bye again

Wakeboarding isn’t his forte
Although he’d like it to be one day
We’ll see what happens next May

His mind had an idea it carried
Something that perhaps he wished was buried
What is it? – he loves being married!!!

All I can be to you now is a memory.

Time

He that sets the time for finding the time loses the time he sets
The time he finds, is the time he spends
Tying up the loose ends

But as he goes away – by flies the time and life gets tasted
But think of all the time that gets wasted

Touchdown Mikey

Touchdown Mikey loved to play some football
He’d play any time of year, not just Fall

They’d hand him the ball and that was all
Back of Mike’s jersey was all they saw

Too many touchdowns – they sat Mike out
Whether or not they’d win there was no doubt

Learning to ride a bike

Lori was afraid to loose the training wheels
For fear the she would fall and scrape her heels

But her dad persisted and insisted
She agreed only if his hands assisted

He promised that his hands would not let go
With two wheels she was off, and that was so

She was doing just fine and all was swell
Till she realized dad let go, then she fell

Off the cliff she went, how far, no one knows
In the spot she landed, now the flower grows

what you see in others, exists in you.

Life lives in limbo, Lacking any likeness to stability.

LIFE

Life -
It is what it is
It comes and it goes
And for most it produces 10 toes

It spits, it spats
It even makes room for rats

In life - there's up & downs & all arounds

And that's -
Life

Sorry means you're too late

Honesty is not Amnesty

The Cloth Maker

as the consumer goes and goes the more he owes
as the mourner goes and goes the more she woes
as the black bird goes and goes the more it crows

as the lawnmower goes and goes it mows
as life goes and goes it grows
as does everything that creeps along on its toes

the cloth maker goes and goes as she sews
the body piercer goes and goes as he punctures the nose
is there anything anybody really knows?

Who Matters?

The people you think are the greatest - aren't.
The people you take for granted - are.

Passing Relationship

two ships set sail
to where there is no mail

they get caught in a storm
big enough to mourn
one gets hit by a whale
the other feels reborn

now in their separation
there is much hesitation
and anticipation
but what they really need...
is reconciliation

will the tide cause them to drift apart?
sailing like love is a fine art
you won't understand it just because you're smart

but when you reach the horizon, in spite of your doubt
you will find, one way or another, it all works out

Question?

How sad is the night when it casts away the moon?

Polina Porres

There's a corridor in space
where the trees grow and the waters flow.

This vortex gave birth to Earth -
through its porthole, one sees its worth.

But me, I gaze through wondering.........
about the mysterious thundering.

Can others hear it?

Do they see it?

Are they willing to feel it?

Quantum Eternities

Dowest the wind move humbly Westward
or evenly Eastward
or does it merely woosh at a practical partial standstill
for in the end it becomes erect
like that of rough routy red-brown rippling oak
so, I say unto you in your mode of existence
whirl - like that of an Autumn breeze
And pierce into quantums
like that of pine needles that fall soft and swiftly into eternity