Sat on the tube
Sardines in a can
They share a lingering touch
Young love, they all say
Beautiful, they all say
He smiles up at her

Moving through the station
Hands clasped against the lashing rain
Immersed in city sounds
Young love, they all sigh
Beautiful, they all sigh
As the mother smiles down at her son

I dream of you at dawn
Still dressed in lacy chiffon
Making coffee while I yawn

I dream of you in the sky
When I climb up high
& re-learn how to fly

I dream of you at noon
Of lemon sun in June
Kissing atop a sand dune

I dream of you at sunset
Of everything I regret
Your fading silhouette

I dream of you at night
In black and white
And everything comes to light
A past I can never rewrite

Soon, she will
look at me and smile. The birds
sitting on the branches,
an alert column of soldiers,
will whir through the air,
hearing sounds of guns,
missiles making booming war cries,

being victors of all seasons,
we'll embrace her too-
with a smile.

The jasmine flowers on her dark hair,
will make one feel dazed,
and dive head on-
in to the depth of
blue timeless sleep.

I got old,
And I did it by accident
The world moves on
While I stay stagnant

Why can’t I feed myself?
Clothe myself, walk myself?
Yet I can fall myself.
Choke myself, lose myself, **** myself.

This isn’t my home. This isn’t my bed.
But I stay here. I sleep here. Until I am dead.
Strangers take care of me. They feed me strange pills.
But I have to do what they say, I have to lay still.

I share a shower with everyone else here
As well as a dining room, laundry room, and all the same fears.
There’s a fight down the hall. Dementia caused it.
Out of no where they stop. Dementia solved it.

Families in and out, staff the same.
Is it because of my age or environment that I’m going insane?
How long do I have left? That, I don’t know
What I do know, is that I'll never be able to go home.

I got old,
And I did it by accident
The world moves on
While I stay stagnant

To the faithful that center in the audience.
Many were suprised by the invited guest.
Which were them.

They came from all denomination.
Because of the great invitation.

When prompted to stand upon their feets.
As, with some in church.
A few complained.
Until Jesus Spoked.

He stated to those leaders of faith.
Love me, as you love God.
Through me you come to the father above.

Don't keep creating strife.
Because of difference ideology.
Cause what you're preaching in sermons.
Is a representation of me.

A few walked out.
And he realized they wasn't true.
Like in church.
We realized them too.

Jesus has spoken with just a few words.
And those that stayed.
Was the one that received the word.

she’s trying to study
but she can’t

there are beautiful clouds outside
and trees growing in the sun
there are people playing Frisbee
and birds fluttering in the breeze
and even just a spot on the ground
that’s a little more interesting
than the other ones

that won’t do though
her work is due in an
hour

she sits up in her chair
pulls her notebook closer
leans down, writes for a second,
then looks out the window
again

what a beautiful day
she thinks

she bites her pencil
examines her yellow nails
and looks out the window
again,
at the ground
this time

what a beautiful day,
she thinks,
but I really must get
back to work