Birth Celebration

Unto HIM, You Are Born- The birth celebration for Babalonshi Biab Od Micma In-between shadows black And lies of sylvan scene You come screaming On violent winds Breaking through sunlight sheen. Your arrival comes with vitae, Inexorable in its fashion Exuding the Master’s will, Your Black Obsessive Passion Hail Father, behold your gift. The worlds hush and looming Still- their blank and accusing eyes Scoff an eidolon destiny- Their ultimate demise. Father in HIS wisdom Has chosen you. Hail Father Hail Babalonshi Biab Od Micma

Forever Afternoon

Forever Afternoon She wore her pigtails high on her head And tightly wrapped with green ribbon. He wore his jeans rolled up. Both barefoot and hand in hand raced the banks of the river. Their laughter swept through the tall pines And their giggles came effortlessly. Young and unknowing, yet they liked each other but didn't stop to think why. The sun bare down on their shoulders They stopped to rest in a cool grassy spot They sat looking at one another while the river serenaded them They both sighed They both wanted time to stop And keep this day forever . Faint voice of the girl's mother intruded Guess this will have to be a memory. They ran together hand in hand homeward .

The Traveler

The Traveler My wide path grew narrow- still And rushing it's gate , an Autumn's chill, Intruding through patches of torn cloth that turned to flaccid frills. Above me,a misty veil Hung its somber vapor tale- Inviting weariness to prevail Upon once bright vision-to pale The bush ,the leaves in silence stood A reminder of a greener wood Brandishing all they could On their vests of golden palettes . As life is to death and death is to life And all is understood . In solemn silence the towers hide Behind a distant tapestry Yet they are the lighthouse , The way home.