heres to putting toys away

days like these

is there a cure for days like these?

temporary bruises

a scar has fallen on your forehead
its in the space between your brows
temporary bruises, you thought
left tempra-permanent marks
impressions etched in too deep
to be erased

The Professors Son

we watch and learn

klimt elephant

Sharing is Caring

never take candy from a stranger

self in a suitcase

crimson we call love

the color of dusk
appears on the long flowing
tresses of the willow
the winds soft caresses on each strand
exerting jolts of lightening
showing displays of life
as it sways from side to side
there's no need to hide
this love shes found
its as stable as the ground
always there under her feet
but this deep red wine
which flows in her veins
helps the willow germinate
an energy stronger than plasma
this crimson we call love

Cockatoos ladder

man vs. nature

Runaway Suitcase

Weaver Bird Pet

The Bower's Gifts

changing seasons

Collect autumn leaves in the Summer
Let the seeds germinate in the crisp snow
The floods will wash all the fruits ashore
Our hands will smell of grass and tangerines

ghost stories

gravity

Ramadan begins

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you.

Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.

------- Rumi

gossiping birds

The winds swift gust
Quiet talks and secrets shared
Giggles from foliage
Whispers from branch to branch
Those gossiping birds
All stood still for that moment
On a warm summer day
When we kissed
On the board walk inscribed with names
Where we forget where we were

sail away with me

when can we sail away, my love
i cant swim and im terrified of the water
but my love, when can we sail away

the pact we made

when you've gone this far
its hard to come back

A collection for the collectors

I ve written pages and pages
But these words and letters
Cannot explain
The volumes I ve gathered
A collection for the collectors
Our storybook encounters
A novel too good to put down
But as circumstances has it
We'll have to fold a corner
At the end of the chapter
Or place a bookmark
And hide it in a safe place
Maybe in the next year
We'll find it our backpacks
And we'll be able to pick up
Right where we left off

playground love

a token of love

interrupted by another

jealousies and rivalries

heartbreaks and much too much drama

boys and their guns

sharing is caring

my pile just happens to be the one with no marshmallows
lana is the sweetest

watch dogs

tangled in the sand

Under the mango tree
we ll sleep past noon
you ll show me the stars and
i ll pretend to see each constellation
we ll draw imaginary lines
lines to connect each dot
we ll find all the zodiac signs
as long as i can wake to the sound of your breath
tangled in the sand beside you
i want to fall asleep counting each freckle on your face
but until then i have only the sound of your distant voice

the color of sanguine

tito tito

tito tito rhymes with mosquito

words of wisdom from lana

1. ...because its so very possible

2. look jesse!...my tongue is cleaning my face!
3. bul-da-saur!!! razor leaf attack!....return return.

4. tito tito

5. im a moskeko and your my rhyme horsie

6. im building a race station

7. I think the zebra has a itchy spot.
8. its so dark outside. jesse, i think Mr. Sun is sleeping.
9. you make me so very worried.
10. Did the frog leave your throat? Did it go in the pond? Is it in a lily pad?