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When the pomegranate tree in my back yard Comes to life in March The first things you see are the reluctant buds on delicate branches The reddish green leafs come in become greener and greener as the Spring goes on. Soon the little red flowers are in bloom looking like small old lady coin purses The flowers become the fruit Intense blood red that grow and grow . If not picked They burst or fall to the ground with a big thud splashing blood and seeds around. In an old Armenian folk song it says, "Two brides are bathing in the river, their bodies shimmer in the sun like pomegranate seeds, translucent" People made beautiful poetry even amidst misery .


Another night like many others When sleep has fled my eyes Telling me to stay awake until I promiss To have happy dreams Even my eyes know They are afraid of the nightmares That ambush as soon as I close my eyes They refuse to shut It's better to watch TV Movies are not as scary as real life.

I Need Something

I cup my hands and take a handful of water  wishing I was at the beach I let it pour out through my fingers feeling caressed I'm sitting by the pool, dipped my feet both the water and the hot sun sparkling I like blue Everything could be blue cold cool fresh  comforting I need something Don't know what I have not found it yet It's not in my backyard it's not at the beach    


    I'm Depressed Down Somber Blue Depressive Depression Blankness Emptiness So what I don't care Sleep sleep sleep Sit and stare and stare Think  incessantly Like seeing a movie In your head Perpetually Black and white No ending no beginning Playing games online For hours and hours Insomnia Insomnia  Every night What's the point Sitting in a crowd Felling lonely Feeling like crying When everyone is laughing Not talking Not eating Not bathing Hating Hating everything Everyone Tired So very tired.

I am dirt...

Life is a river  I'm a stone among millions... drifting sliding along in the rush I go where it takes me through the meadows into the jungle over the mountains  diving underground hurling down a fall  powerless and passive in the mercy of the mighty river grinding me incessantly rounding my edges surrendering my cast  making me obey more and more I become a pebble same as all the rest until I become a grain of sand  until I turn to dirt I am dirt suspended eternally in the bottom of the sea.

June bug

This need, this bitterness that's choking me, I can't explain. arid and cold, vast empty space  a cave drafty and dark where my life was.  Like a little June bug in the pool I've stopped struggling while secretly thinking   there yet may be hope I'm fooling myself There is no grand pool skimmer  Its sunny outside my cave has no heat.     


At the horizon, behind the mist Mountains Picking out here and there, Sable, steel and powdery gray. Sky is bathed in shades of blue Shimmering white A dusting of sun light. The sky is amazing, astonishingly, Breathtakingly Beautiful. The skies make me question Why man needs to copy nature, When we are so sadly inapt. Paintings, photos Man made snow and grass, Indoor tropics So hideous and unreal, Why even try... Look up at the sky Go to the beach and gaze Sit on the riverbank Pick any flower And just let your spirit Be rapt. Let the essence of this grandeur Let pure blessed nature, Lift your soul.

The Home of Hip-Hop

Eight AM.  Any day of any week. Going 80 on the 210.  Her fingers trying to find  A song that she can relate. But all there is, is sex. Adolescent boys singing  About their perceived powers, Girl's booties, conquests and  Their hollow egos. There are no more songs like, "Imagine"  "I don't Want to Miss A Thing", Or "Crazy". It's a material world. World of bling   bling and  & Bentleys Diamond crusted crosses On people who have forgotten The man who was crucified.  Now there are more singers, songwriters Than anyone would care to know A few worth a dime Fewer yet worth remembering. We have arrived  In her world  Where the innocent is cast aside  for being different.       

Talk to me

Talk to me,  Like you've never talked To your lover Your friend  Your mother Yourself. I will not judge  you I will not turn my back on you I will look straight in your eyes And I'll tell you,  That y ou are human. If you want, we can cry together You can tell me what hurts you And I will kiss you Like a sister.  We can laugh. You can forget all the games others play You can stop pretending  When we are together. You can be your true self I will still love you. We are all born into this world innocent People who gain From wearing a mask Corrupt us And we forget our identity. I will take you back  To the beginning When you were pure and wholesome When a smile was just that, a smile And a kind word didn't have an expectation. Let me love you to healing Let me kiss you like a mother Let me remind you That you have the right to be unique

The Reality of Death

In my logical moments Death is liberating, A permanent vacation From pain, From responsibilities. It's cleansing. It's solitude, It's even romantic. But in reality Death is ugly Even grotesque It's undignified Public Cold and crass It's melancholy Death is the damnedest thing.


What are we? Grains of sand on the beach? Millions, billions, trillions of us All of us the same, all of us In the mercy of the tide  Gentle at times, but  Crushing and powerful  Beyond our shallow imagination Drifting, drifting night & day  In a cycle of minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries    Through eternity.....  When did it start  When is it ending  The ambitious and brave of the grains Try to know To think they are somehow different  Able, wise  It's funny Sometimes I hear laughter