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You are the voice I wish to assimilate
but you can not comprehend the phonemes I attempt
You are the model I seek to imitate
But it just can't all be said
I know inside my brain what I wish to say
but somewhere between the surd and plosive my articulation goes astray

How can I say to you-all the things I have to say
When I'm unable to pronounce the phonetics of your name
How can I convey to you the things I should
When you simply can't understand the sounds I make

You are the voice I wish to imitate
I've got to find a way to communicate the things I know 
I've got to align my teeth and tongue to articulate properly
Perhaps then you'll recognize the thoughts I relate
Hopefully then you'll comprehend the sounds I attempt
Only then could our friendship begin
for it appears that my tongue's a barrier between you and me


( From Mrs Lashoto's teaching a bird to sing-December 1987)

Into the abyss once more
Not falling, but exploring
My very own archeological dig
The past is the past
Un changing but ultimately known
One last expedition into the forgotten
In order to illuminate the present
And hopefully light the path to the future

(Tulip Days, June 2020-February 2021)

Like a cat
Lounging in a late afternoon sunbeam
Posed upon the recliner
Soaking up the warmth
That radiates through my skin

As  a child
I used to chase sunbeams
Whilst the particles of dust danced within them
And the colors of the rainbow that hung upon its edges

I used to try and capture the sunbeam 
To reach out and touch them
Not to capture or imprison
But in order to communicate with them

Like a cat
Mesmerized by the beam
Sensing within the unseen
Like a cat
Stretched out in the beam
 transformed perhaps a tad

Awakening, like a child
To the Warmth
Coming into existence
In the joy
Stretching in the security

Like a cat
I lay and rest
Content to be on the journey
Content to be coming home

(Tulip Days, June 2020-Februry 2021)

I want to walk inside your mind
Not in order to control you
But to enjoy that pearl
I want to explore a world
I know nothing of
I want to walk inside your mind
Peeking into those corners that make you
So beautiful
A tulip you’ll always be
Full of the colors of spring
Eternally blooming
Forever young


( Tulip Days, June 2020-February 2021)

You Left an impression
And
While I hug my pillow
Breathing deep the coolness of the sheets
I am touched by
that which is you
Suddenly
there is warmth
where before there was none
In the coolness of the sheets
Because of the essence of a dream(


(The Cold Winter, February-May 1994)

Will you help me up
or allow me to drown
I'm  reaching out a hand
Searching all around
'for a chance at rescue
An opportunity to save myself
'from this lonely sea
threatening to engulf little me

( From the Cold Winter, February -May 1994)

I am
The point
A moment
In Time
Where past and future
Combine
Suspension
Of the present
A nether world of time
In this mortal World

( from Second chance, July-August 1993)

In front of my house
The oil Stained asphalt
is a constant reminder of
the summer you and I spent
frustrating over my funny little German car
Every now and then
I try to feel the stain, and reach you
As I cry your name in the darkness

Once a year at Five A. M.
While a new year's snow
fuses with the tears from my hear
The oil turns to blood
It leaves a bitter taste upon my lips
Permeating my being with anger and pain
my mind with confusion and awe
If only I could have touched you one more moment
Before you were gone



( From a new beginning, January to June 1993)