Forest for the trees

She wondered among the trees lost.

Its been a while of complete silence

then she heard his cry.

First faint, soft and yet sweet .

Then she saw it, it was the wolf.

She knew of the stories of the forest that protect you and the trees ripe with love.

But she was enchanted by his calls, soft and sorrowful.

He sang of the trap he was in and told her he would guide her,

for he knew the way and he gave her a new ring as a promise to her.

She excepted to help the wolf, she was guided out of the protection of the forest.

The sun shown down on them warm and inviting,

in the light she saw the ring was not new at all stunned she cried,

“I just wanted to get to the forest but all I saw was the trees!”

the wolf just laughed and eat her heart.

The end.

Mariposa Hermosa

Un día cuando yo estaba muy triste
yo visto una mariposa,
y elle tocó
mi corazón.
Era muy hermosa, con muchos colores
que hizo que mi corazón canta de alegría.
Traté de coger y sostener la
pero no era el mío para mantener,
Siempre me acordaré de mi hermosa mariposa.

One day when i was very sadI saw a butterfly,and she touched my heart.she was very beautiful, with many colorsthat made ​​my heart sing with joy.i tried to catch and hold herbut she was not mine to keepi will always remember my beautiful butterfly.

When Christmas comes

When Christmas comes

and the cold wind circles past you like a hawk.

Think on the warmth of friends.

And the love and good tidings of others.

Think of the year gone not as time lost

but as life that has been lived

and more to be lived next year.

We are just sojourners here

and so in the cold of Christmas night

pick and follow the star of your choice,

a new adventure awaits you.

And may all your wishes come true.

When the December comes

When the December comes   

and the wind circles past you like a hawk,   think of the  warmth of  

friends and good tidings of others.   

Think of the year gone not as time lost   

but as life that has been lived   

and more to be lived .  

We are just sojourners here  

and so in the cold of night   

pick and follow the star of your choice,   a new adventure awaits you.   

Tired

I find myself lost in my thoughts,

I think about things come and gone.

Last night I sat alone in the quiet darkness,

it was the loudest sound I ever heard.

This engulfing loneliness surrounded me like a thick blanket.

I dreamed I was feeding a dead fish parts of my heart.

The fish was slowly frying and I woke up.

I was alone in the still darkness.

I tried to comfort my soul by playing guitar

but even that did not quiet the silence around me.

We were just shadows

We were just shadows,

Under moons or under stars we walked hand in hand

Under Lamp lights and street lights too.

We were just shadows nothing more.

At times we were two at most times one.

We were just shadows nothing more.

When morning breaks and sunlight over shines us

And then shadows were gone

And left was nothing more.

You are the universe

You are the universe,

with all its stars and planets.

Your hair is the wind flowing ever so slightly

then twisting and turning.

Your body the earth, smooth and and mountainous

with valleys and hills.

I miss your vast lands

and the taste of the fruit that nourishes my soul.

I never tire of you my love,

I only want more.

broken puzzle that i am

Look at the broken puzzle that i am

i don't even know how to make the pieces fit

or what is missing.

is there love left, romantic love?

look at the faces around you

can you see joy of those in love,

and the pain of the broken hearted.

I have but one heart

that beats with time,

time marches quickly,

and if left unwound the clock stops,

so does the heart.

WAITING still

Moon passes

and the cold of night reveille the twinkling stars

over the tired world
.

I too am awakened by the twinkling in my heart

and doggedly as each breath chains me to the 


tree of life,

I await at your feet

for a sign or a treat that you may cast my way.

Shall I howel and beg for the moon to shine on 


me as it passes

or wait at the window of your soul till you come 


home.

Child of many flags

Child of many flags

The wind blows,

it's a flag waver kind of day!

All the children will go out to play.

The sky is blue

and on this day even a few clouds flew.

One child stood out amongst the rest 
waving a homemade flag high above his chest.

"This is international day "the other say aloud.

but the one child stood still and still proud,

We wave the flags of our father's" they chided, 
some even got a little excited.

But the one child still stood with his flag of multi colors and hues.

He can hear them hiss even a few boos.

I don't know where I'm from

but I know am here

so il stand in place if you don't mind that I do,

because I'm from the human race just like you.

My mother is a decedent of kings and queens.

My father who came from farther lands and seas,

 where he said he grew up climbing rocks and trees.

My grandpa a strong and wise old man
 said there may be a little bit of Genghis Khan.

grandma who is great with a stitch 
Put this flag together without a hitch.

she said it's made from all the flags in the world

and it looks like a rainbow once unfurled.

So this is the place where I will stand.

To represent all of man.

With a kiss

I call in to the empty skies,

shake the stars with my screams

and they fall from there place.

The shell that i am is all that is left.

you took my soul with a kiss.

Its a jungle out there tread lightly.

love is a snake in the grass,

coiled,

poised,

ever ready to strike.

you can be seized by her eyes,

and hypnotized.

And devoured

Lullaby #1

Good night cruel world,

As I escape to my dreams

I know you will watch over me,

With your claws And your hot bad breath,

Ready to tear into my flesh,

As you do every day.

MOONLIGHT INCIDENT

Could have been a normal night

but something in the way she looked made more sense than before.

Devoid of color the night steals such misdirections

like the redness of lips,

the shades of pink from blushing skin.

But the heat of the moment and pent up emotions bore too much to contain.

Perhaps triggered by something in moon light.

Was it the way light landed on her skin,

or the way the moon light made the tips of her hair glow.

Perhaps the soft night air that made perfumes more volatile.

And when at last the single spark caught just right in her eyes

would set the world ablaze.