Whispered SecretsHollywood is a city filled with unrivaled allure, charm, and excitement. Always awake, it never sleeps. Holding secrets that are whispered everywhere.Indulge first, repent later.
on my wayWhen I walk I hear the windMy eyes remember tears of sadness pastI shed them in this wind whilst on my wayLike feathers of half remembered wingsWith all the hope of melting ice in springThis cold spring unrelenting windIt stings my face and shears my mindBringing radiance and kindness from somewhere far away
GraceThe hands that cast the mould that made the ploughthat dug the dirt for crops to make the doughthat makes our bread - they let us grow.The souls who drive the trucks each waking hourfrom farm to store to shop give us our power -it makes them dead - and we devour.Each morsel grows from dirt to plant to foodwe tear a piece and sell so it's construedwe do our bit - we don't - we just collude.And while each toiler keeps us from our gravesso we keep them trapped in their enclaves,to tell ourselves each night - we don't own slaves.
where the poems growthrough the glistening river reedsin between the little wavesdiamonds of sunlight sparklegentle winds embrace mewith scents of juniper and pinebeneath the whispering giantsthe summer sings with tiny beingsmournful loons and chickadeesand a dragonfly rests on my sleeveevery breath is sweet heremy paddle takes me herewhere I can really breathethis is where the poems grow