When I'm older I'll wear sweaters.

When I get older
I'll feel much better if I
put on a warm sweater,
scarf over my shoulder and go.
And I'll go
out in the cold
but I'll have my favourite sweater and I'll have
my favourite weather at home,
where no one goes
unless they come to see me -
just put on my sweater and go,
my favourite music's playing even though
I know the 8-track is old,
down the street and
just hop on an airplane and go.
And I'll go
out in the cold
but I'll have my favourite sweater and I'll have
my favourite weather at home.
Touch down in Miami,
shorts like Pa and Granny but
my sweater stays on and
I know it always smells like my home.

I have an army.

I have an army behind me.
It runs in heaps with heaving breath and
light, but sured steps,
It has a sword to cut my path
though I go quickly streaming past it
should I need It,
MY army barrels through the fog,
the night,
blinding sun,
cold morning light that still gives hope when
feet are weary from climbing
the slopes of friendships past, or coming,
the pound of fearful heartbeats drumming, my army soothes with battlecries,
shields raised,
blood that dries.
My army is behind me, always.
My army lives.
Remind me,
Always.

Oops

Forgot again
Despite commitment
Why?
Maybe knowing that something is going to happen
Creates an unknown aversion or
Fear
That manifests as forgetfulness?

Game Night

Little Mario ran around
Bringing a common sense to the
Funny drunken game
That made strangers into friends when
Peach ran ahead of that monkey guy.

"I Shall Not Hate"

Somehow
Muslim wisdom
matched my Christian
notions,
blew a hole in what I thought I knew.
A whole new buffet of friends to choose from when

the menu changed from "Us and Them"
to just "People."

The Forgotten Poem

Was a little boy sitting in the back of a bookstore
Frightenned as the lights went out
and The Keeper closed the latch
on old wooden door,
nervous knot of anticipation wondering if
The Brain Police would catch Wonder tonight
on the journey through the stacks.

Promises

Well it seems I have forgotten to write for the last few days.. I always do that for some reason... as soon as I say I'm going to do something, I forget all about it. If I don't commit to something, I remember it better sometimes.
Who knows.
Anyway, today's poem.

Promises fall
like little birds shot out of the sky tumble
towards Earth
A little unfair
me down here,
you up there,
I only wanted to be closer but
I guess a gun wasn't the way to go.