Fin.

Hand me the Rain, oh Tudo!

                                                                                                                                                           Poetry and Short Stories.      

[This text speaks to the ongoing spin of chaos in the realm of societal entrances. Hopefully, by the end of this collection I wrote, you’ll be more positive about the conception of chaos and find a peaceful path to walk forth in. Your path can separate such chaos. That is, even if the path winds in a circuitously defined fashion. After all, most sentient-beings see the beauty in a distant world.]

                                                                                 Thomas Timothy Halley

1.

To You, From Me

I'm at my farm,

Where I sow numerous memories.

Where it's easy to believe

Of this dandelion of the heart,

Blowing in the breeze,

Surfing the gust,

Strengthening your trust,

Spreading ideas unexplainable,

More to bring to the table in eyes,

I never knew this wind could stabilize.

Yet it takes my breath away,

Every time.

2.

Grace On The Tightrope

Transfer hungry pain for a life we feed

Born through drenched tornados

Hurricanes of tomorrow

Will life remain for the present

A little touch

Too distant to smell

But razor sharp stench quells panic

Alone we ride torrents and waves

Wrung the sweat from the cloth

Fix the eyes to an end of a long day

Does well to cast a smile

At the fisherman's way

And he turns up a letter like a word around

The bend

Only her shaky laugh will mend

3.

I've sent my ship in a bottle

To float through the passage of times

I've kissed her goodbye

But love will stay like a golden feather

To the serenity of heaven's chimes

Aligned towards the silver stars

Wind breaks like shoulders do to heads

Tuck and roll

Steady is the love that mends

4.

Anything goes its way,

But mirrors aren't necessary,

When you've got a shining heart,

You don't need a clock to time this start,

Because beginnings are always good enough...

Endless charm will live soaring through the rough,

If one stands together,

Bonded by forever...

5.

A Cat Named Curious

Bring me roses on a Sunday.

A bird could lay an egg in that nest of hair

And make any scarecrow feel good about

A straw complexion,

Mutual intersection.

Reeds blow and befriend the dust.

Bring me roses on a Sunday

And I'll dance with the crows

Turning those foes

Into...The God knows...

You'll bring me roses on a Sunday.

That blanket looks like a welcome mat.

Now I picture a picnic for this friendly cat.

Curiosity paws the yarn.

So we knit roses for a Sunday,

Roses for any day.

And she is ready to pounce,

Yes, curiosity,

At any given moment...

6.

Anchor the Dance

Children and their cold feet: do

Flicker my fiery friend

So toes can dance, while mouths eat.

Upon the mountain,

Covers awash under the fall,

The bear sweeps his paw

And the dance begins,

No two elements resign,

For one is breathing, the other is the mind.

Together this tower is a watch,

The big hand searches,

While the little one waits,

Anchor steady my dear,

This distant ocean, so the beach

Remains steady with our laws of motion.

Anchor this dance,

And the waves shall not take us,

But ours hearts, yes, none forsake us.

7.

Ver. #2

Anchor the Dance

Children and their cold feet: do

Flicker my fiery friend

So toes can dance, while mouths eat.

Upon the mountain,

Covers awash under the fall,

The bear sweeps his paw

And the dance begins,

No two elements resign,

For one is breathing, the other is the mind.

Alone this tower will watch,

The big hand searches,

While the little one waits,

Anchor steady my dear,

This distant ocean, so the beach

Remains steady with our laws of motion.

Anchor this dance,

And the waves shall not take us,

But ours hearts, yes, none forsake us.

8.

The Ocean is On

Free falling beaks aimed at prey, spearing fish,

These journeying feathers catch the wind.

Scent of a season to begin,

You're my kin.

We left footprints to mark this

Winding seaside trail.

Like stars mark the Big Dipper,

But we never did fit in that glass slipper.

I guess marveling

Makes me curious since

It's a curious thing to come alive,

Into the depths of an ancient whale's dive.

Filling every pore with the pitter patter,

Of a distant ocean's rhythm,

As the sea-cave holds its breath in unison,

Rocky walls bounce off the waves' watery ton.

A treasure for you is

Momentous laughter,

Hats fly off in a gust, but no fear

So suit up - this castle of sand stands near!

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The triumph of an animal,

A God, as in Latin the anima.

One cannot forsake bone

Since one is the same alone,

As bread,

As wheat,

Enough is said...

10.

Peaceful Tide

Peace has the will of a song

As birds will fly and sing along.

From these bygone ages,

Comes respite, turning pages

While the bittersweet melody

Aches to see

The bright leaves which house our memory.

11.

The Light in a Rain Stick

We see what was a campfire ritual settling into ash

leaving smoke and burning desire,

A thirst for rain and lightening to clash.

He waits undisturbed in a house of clay,

Native to his cause, he houses the story,

The one that speaks for all, but only one will stay.

He says if we douse our fires and penance,

We shall find the light which lives in all.

It's found in the flame that listens in silence.

Legs walk alone and yet search for each

Aware of the rain dance chattering within,

In tune with a warning of rattlesnake speech.

A mutual light in darkness reminds us to begin.

The answer is the rusted key,

But the key unlocks safety and is found within.

12.

Parallel Circle

I strive to be humble and to be

An embodiment of my word.

My circle of friends are but a few,

Yet this mind of mine

Lets me in on the ideal view.

Our pieces fit together

In one cohesive puzzle.

Clear as day and

In unity with true understanding,

We forge the day and weld each moment.

Like the eagle, such talons approach a landing.

Distant yet near,

This wing holds bravery more than fear.

Rain gives an arc its colorful sign to guide flight.

This holds true in the dreams of blackest night.

There is no more anger in this river rock.

Such minerals cleanse my emotions.

Each journey in our circle takes it steady.

We are the completion of a rainbow,

We are the other half, a reflecting stream below.

13.

The old horn juts out

Like a pike in forgotten battlefields.

The wind sings a peaceful response.

The rhino's age is numberless,

One cannot quantify wisdom this way.

Skin crumples like sheets of paper.

An artist's creation unfolds in watercolor.

This sinew of strength bulldozes trees and

The wink of this still giant stirs fear

while tear is shed from the painter

On shaky knees.

Pleading not to get charged upon

and flattened...

Like the surface on an easel,

Hands grasp the unfinished work in haste,

Running, running away.

14.

The real surprise in life

Is the candle lit in each moment...

Not just on the cake.

I strive to be moved by this continuity.

15.

Here and Now

There's catching

White Lightning

Only when predicting Black Thunder

Clouds reach the horizon, or is it smoke?

Beyond a stratosphere

Beyond space, there is the elevator ride

Of a lifetime, or a day....maybe a second

---------

And a mantel of promise evades me

For I fit on no proper line

A prism for vacant colors

Love teaches us the moment

Courage abides in the ever present memory

Of echoed footsteps

Impossible to Repeat your individuality...be

16.

Rockets Above Ranches

Tired eyes and the teakettle boils

Like purple tulips

Closing shop when it’s sundown

Away and fastening that swing on a distant memory

Blessed singing like canaries above rooftops

I’m the boy with candy-cane grin

“Hang on Charlie step up to the next limb!”

Life’s climbing a tree when the elders do their bidding

Life’s strumming the old guitar when dust collects

On the floor’s oak and I find it fitting

Stair steps to the moon

Feet remind me of where I am

Why does one venture so high?

I’d miss the taste of auntie’s yams

Rocket Bill; come back when you’re ready

I’ll keep the horses full with rich alfalfa

...And my stirrups with a rhythm that's steady

17.

Red Glory

The atlas folds inside a giant pocket

The pocket on The God's pants

Empty the red engine of a rocket

Over the sky and watch stars dance

I'm building a red rocket

To match The God's pants

I try to fly it over my bed like a pilot

Now I watch my dreams dance

I watch you pour out your tea

Out of the bowl shaped like a planet

You see!

You remembered so I won't fret

I collected the prestige

Of your glorious photographs

I took my heart on a siege

To remember your laughs

18.

A chime of none forgotten

The peace bodies flow in

Non-absolute pendulums of time

Speeds the cheetah dreamed could touch

This sign of speckled rhyme

Unleashed the angels which fled from trees

Birds made nests to remember

The way winter breaks in December

Coldness would not bespeak the gentle

As limestone hugs our streets

Of course blossoms the scent of petals

From the kind God that treats

Origins in heavy metals are the keeper

Sweeping the unkept mind...

Only these 3 mice could see

For none were so blind

19.

W.O.R.L.D.

Weathered sons search for lost gold

Old wisdom passed down like a lantern to the blind

Reborn to dance the dance

Learn once, for time is precious

Delivered by footsteps beyond the temple’s gate

Want is a key lost in the ocean

Oaths break like a seed in the eagle’s beak

Ravens and other birds try at their race

Light passes towards infinity

Denoted a lover’s caring face

Wrecking the statue of the lion

One could not forget the breathing mane

Research the brain before you condemn the mind

Lost in clouds of short term gain

Discovering the heart that only beats to be truly

found

20.

Pick up a clock

Hands in hand

Set it down

Time’s newfound dimension

What was there a second ago

Has been accounted for

By a hand of the infinitesimally tiny

The moment while you set it down

You slowed down its ticking atomically

Sound exists to us in the norm

But velocity and the fourth dimension

Is where time is born

Memory at the atomic level

Is constantly trying to slow

To pick up the pieces of this puzzle

Of acceleration of our solar system

And show the physically possible

Conception of the time travelling

Artist

He’s a canvas in the Oort Cloud

And nothing can stop this, so accept this

21.

There is nobody left to rob, Mr. Hood

The rich have packed their bags of what’s left

They have all gone back to the old home

The reason they were born

Shoot your arrow into the sky, Robin

Let the angels guide its swift mark

For the sheriff has cried

And retired his badge

He wears only rags in the old home

The old home, dear Robin

Climb to the tips of your trees

And discover the lives you’ve saved

Beyond auburn mountains

Where maidens sing your song of bandits

And wear your mark on their hearts

Where you have sent your golden arrow

Go now, all clad in green, the time has come

22.

Echos felt trapped In the sound under a tongue

Reverberation For the feeling was won Atom upon

atom.

Your majesty is unleashed From torturous chains The

beating heart of the cage

He stands able

Able and loud For one spoken of calmly

Yellow on iron shut lips

The sourest sound

But it was pure and it was just

It was your name on his eyes

And she spoke in kind tones: We Will Trust

No more! shall one despise...

23.

Pray for the lonely

Only to awaken the light in their bursting stars

Grace pours through to us in raindrops

Through a silver vase

No silver moon could replace

Embody each other’s laughing face

Guides rhythm to my empty cup

Swallowing tempos evenly like a bike pump

Onward these wheels burn

Onward my eyes, they yearn

Social construct is a message through a wire

When one and one make two

Lovers bid adieu

These types of hearts never truly retire

And always play a tune with the piper

Collectively.

Forever.

24.

The Astronaut's Way

Lightning maze that winds

Breaks shards of glass that float in minds

He's bound for outer space, he couldn't stay

He's bound for red limits, he couldn't say

Tunnels of wind hiss at and kiss his flights

Over ahead, amidst the channel of lights

Rovers bounce and the raindrops hop

In craters, searching for any life to stop

For these treading stars,

company the forlorn that discover bars

Myriads... Bars of universal gold

Taste of ripples of familiar elements, never sold

Tired lungs

Touch down on asteroids with thirsty tongues

Bred to discover, friend and believe

Oxygen is limited, he starts to heave

Where is up and where is sound?

Space rock in his pocket, from unknown ground

Oversights blend like yellow lions in lairs

Blue flakes of stars make heavenly stairs

This astronauts walk, with whom?

Only the robotic servants to test for doom

25.

The Sole Hope of a Cardinal

Beauty through eyes of untold vision

A historical prose

A simile of collision

May the broken man be fixed?

He honors yet still begets deep woes

Although a chipper Cardinal in flight

Softly lands with talons for toes

He hopes the moon tuck infant seeds to bed

Until they grow and proclaim

Like an easterly wind of the journey ahead

"Come hither!"

A bluejay lands on the anvil of his honest name

One will forge on in light, and shall never wither!

A myth of illumination, the truth of flame

A cornerstone will record

Any angel's flight

So he gives water to a plant

A seed so right

The copper mountain

Sheds a tear to cool a blazing night

"Good morrow" always lightens his burden

Black dots mark the sky of flight

And blessed be a Cardinal's sorrow

Ever longing to be that angel of light...

He proves it well in moderation for tomorrow

And tells the blind alley rats, "goodnight"

Loosening the tie

The ties that bind a tortured prisoner

Cold shackles broken that cause freedom to fly

The Cardinal smiling with his neighborly ease

A faint song of his endearing prayer

Heard poised and perched in the cherry trees

26.

Throw a flame The bowing game

To be or to stay Wait for her to pay

Time doesn't stop Burnt fish don't flop

I was a head! was her head

She gets right from me That which cannot see

Blacker than white I caught the light light

In Another day we just might So don't lose sight

I was her head Then I was her stead

She comes home to my eyes I am the chimney that

will rise

With smoke... For the pleasant folk

So throw a flame

For her name

27.

Truth of the Red Lips

The truth slept on her red ruby lips for days

Just like a sermon about the Holy Ghost and holy

ways

Her little ways dreamt about a certain celestial being

So when Jesus helped the blind in seeing

The ruby lipped girl writhed in pain

She closed her Bible to stay sane

For ignorance was her bliss

And the red lips made their mark for a first kiss

Though shaken by the trees and other earthly matters

A man held her in arms like a flag in war that finally

tatters

So when the leaves fell in autumn

The silence was met in the Steeple from top to

bottom

From the thorns on His head

Light from the stillness was shortly read

For when Christ passed to heavenly shape

The ruby lipped girl opened her Bible and it stuck like

tape

For she remembered her Father and Mother the same

as they did to her

She slowed her pace in life and words from her ruby

lips did occur

She spoke the biblical stories with naked lips

For no lipstick was put on and so the final page rips

The last word of a holy book

The period of a revelation that did the final look

She climbed to the stars lit by the path of a lantern

Understood by all till she passed Saturn

She climbed by foot and hand like a human climbs a

hill

She climbed to the big dipper with her red lips and

mighty will

All that was left of her was the ruby red glow of mars

in the sky

So that is the story of the ruby lipped lass with

glowing hope from up high

28.

You have found your way

To the highest peak

I have loved your stay

In the humble moments we speak

Tomorrow I'll address

For the present is always now

Forward like hooves on a dusty mess

Though I can clearly see from my ship's bow

We have cleaned this messy road

But left its dignity

In the horse's corral in our country aboad

Or venturing to Alaska, an icy city

Oh a post card with ice still attached

I guess you got the memo

Since you know where the hot coco is stashed

I appreciated your neat and detailed note below

Home is where the heart is and also the liver

And the body is the temple we respect and also the

light peaking

Which guides the giver

To another day when that person is seeking

Seeking the circulation of travel and play

Travel flows deep in our vains

On the clean leather saddle again today

Only where? The question remains

29.

OLD REMAINDER

He taxes not

Old winter legs

Fleet and snow ripples

The dog’s tongue so wet

To better days he’ll let his hands

On the old chisel and rest his rhyme

With carved fiddles but the moment ever changes

Like rose red lips from which she spoke

Another day

For a dear hearted folk

I’ll protect you with an iron shield

And fallen tears to the soil, should a flower yield

Ghost from the remainder of a storm we treaded

But it passed

Yes the stream knows it too well

From the bottom and top

Betwixt a snow rabbits hop

Fare thee well

Fare thee well

30.

Walk On And You Will Find

One never lets his guard down

On the tapestry of blue and gold

The path of light made by the warm sun

To aid a moon so cold

I'll let them in

If they'll tell me their name

As a monk to his neighbor

As a neighbor to the same

Like a cold wind

Sore nostrils will take a breath

Step upon step for a fire

Smoke for eyes of water and death

The beginnings of life

Live in you

As a farmer to his crops

As his crops will renew

Walk on through the trenches

If you search far and wide

You'll find the answer

Next to the key, the question's inside

31.

I dote on dreams

No good friend would spend

A mountain of worth

Of a heart of iron

Lungs bring in air for kings

And I touch-down like penance for queens

Valued a courage

Shot out from the crowd

I abound to fall

And bounce back until I stand

To not murmur

Only a grey wave could pronounce

The destitute and washed away

Following them around

Like sand-dollars under a cuff

Hidden from sight

But not from sound

Waves of salty dew

Everything fixed and renewed

I'll watch you ride them to the oil

Slipped from my hands

And found revel in the gnarled soil

It's the maze twisted with people

It's the brave amidst the trace of dirt

For the friend who stayed alert

No royalty could beckon me to stay

For my home is yours

As it is for me, to open the door

And at last to pray

Watch me closely

For my outstretched hand

To invite you to smile

On all the mulched leaves

On our hero's land

At last we shall stand

32.

A new beginning

Is the sudden spike along the sine curve,

Of progression and invention.

33.

I've strayed with cats

Behind feline touch

Born with this

I threaten not a God

For breath becomes silver

In the twisting Rapids

Towards the branches

I'll catch my breath for a whole mile

For my courage surpasses

Enough to smile

Try again he says

No burden on my neck

I respect the dust

These cats bid farewell

And my trust warms your heart

Together at last

The tiger protects the lark

Hot breath in the cool forest

Ahead at last

For those ready to embark

34.

Loose leaves

Friend of the wind

Cobbles of weathered steps

Laughter

Beneath ever glowing eyes

Is a smile that casts

A sunrise

To be the watchdog of the mountain

One has to see the heartbeat

Of a setting sun

After the end

Has begun

Carrying the torch of love

Healing a dove-wing

Oh the cobbles, I hear them sing,

Again, yes, we shall fly again

A kiss from the sky will tell me when

35.

Love will Fly Back

Withering with shaking knees

On his hand built chair feeling a breeze

He watched a sparrow flitter with the sun

The wheel that spun molded two

As the mother sowed on his clothes

A memory brought by the wind that blows

He grinned at every thread

He still worked at the same homestead

Looking down at his shirt he put a flower

In his shirt pocket to remember the hour

He loved his mother's sweet charm

And his work as a carpenter did no harm

For he framed her own memories

On his work bench from his knees

He still kept the picture

He crafted a bench that housed a fixture

He carved it with an ancient knife

It’s smell of pine was loved by his wife

And so that's the life of one carpenter

He always loved her

His wife with long brown hair

Aged and happy on that wooden chair

For Stephan the carpenter, love flew back

And the reciprocation never did lack

36.

I will abide

It's memory

Lost Gods grapple

It's connection

As any bird would swoop

Down to pick a rose

With iron talons

A gentle way

Not forgotten

Find me

Oh feather in the sky

For when I hold the rose

In my hand

My chances will never die

37.

Historical Prose

I want the heart of a calm soldier

So I’ll never tremble too much when it’s cold

I want the mind to conquer

So I’ll try to help the old

In reemergence of the circular

A new wheel

Turning our eyes out binocular

Open ears could only feel

Dry me up like an aged and graced lion

Only to allow me a drink

To quench the dessert of my treasured Mayan

This treasured script wasn’t burnt and didn’t sink

You developed a culture so calm and collect

I will be the monk of writers

I shall not ask for respect

But I’ll save the tree at its trunk and change plenty of

fighters

See peace quells like rain in the summer clouds

I’ll soldier on with my ink

And live a culture, which no dark enshrouds

This light is holiest and abounds in finding the missing

link

38.

Beach of New Days

Oh brightest day

You cast your shadow to aid the fray

Counted blessings like change in foreign places

I am here where I belong: home of graces

Oh tenured teacher

One blossoms as a feature

Of peace, equality and love

Oh peaceful place above

Learned from the glistening beaches

And the tide turns the child that reaches

These eager soft hands

Will soon be toughened by the coarsest of sands

So reach on and long

Oh you can always sing your song

39.

Falling to Heaven!

Falling is not falling

Until the human mind pursues the antidote

Stars fill the clamor of talk in halls

Baskets wait on doormats

Silver bells jingle away

Only the giant with one eye will stay

He is only big as the eye can see

But the star above warms his home until his end

Up above when time works its way back

Like an inchworm on a track

Though no prize is awarded

The feeling remains

Do we see what we see no more until it strains?

I’m talking about light in the cornea

Or the light behind the eye

In the sky

To reason the earth might never die

But only live

To understand

The watchtower will watch

The inchworm will stretch

Until time is worn down like the eraser marks on a

sketch

And the old man proffers a smile from his easy chair

He says,

“To travel to heavens, who will dare?”

40.
The Toss

Time will speak

Like space between hands

The moment the applause explodes from the stands

Dancers will dance

Like elbows and hands

Arms connect the cause to the plans

I will dream like comets will remember

The toss between New Years Day and December

41.

Retiring The Sword

Let it be lost in the depths

I put up this sword and said,

“Though on the surface

Was I! A calm collect head”

Eyes sharp as knives will draw light no further

A dull chill embraces

The same that smiles do to babies

The same forlorn feeling, forgotten traces

What the people come to conquer

Though like mountains contain hills: they fight for the

height

Though no longer gone

One tended a pack of wolves for a fight

Like the stones in backgammon,

I moved forth to replace

A similar tiding

One of yellow and blood red embrace

For the golden sun!

It was the only friend of the shepherd

For this loyal guardian

Tended his herd

Until he heard the call of the wolves

In the distance of friends

For he took the journey of the rightful flock

A good warning like silk on the leaf commends

To venture far from the wolves

A journey to other side of the pond and another

surface of rock

Dwarfed by fear

A lesson of love in the embrace of the wilderness lock

To unlock this lock

One will be the leg of a giant

It starts with a peaceful retire

Amidst a glorious ripple so vibrant

This shepherd’s respite

Was the gourds painted blue with pastel

Wherever they existed

Was a home, only where, time will tell?

So the same shepherd retired his sword and spoke,

"Dreams will be lived or so it is said"

And without a pause for any fright

The light turned off in his quietly loved homestead

42.

When The Beggar Found Healing

Healing is a solution of the mind

This heart will begin to thump

Like children carrying their water from a well

The clouds eavesdrop with countenance of civil tears

The bell on the highest church found the heartbeat of

a beggar

Meager wages felt the song of a lonely manger

The heart wished it would for it rang true

The discipline of quietude; a solemn oath renewed

Cornered like a mouse full of bulging cheeks

The beggar found his token of a breath stifled by

weeks

Weeks of changing direction behind the moaning

wind

Or the memory of the mother, his shiny locket never

would rescind

Time will tell, he asked the sky to remember

The quietude of the well water once upon his boyish

head

Bid remembrance to the sweltering sun over a newly

found bed

He would and will find healing for another day

The same way he smiled at the aged and fat alley cat

passing his way

43.

Igloo Swan

Through the embankments and snowy troughs

Turning the body temperature down with icy coughs

Icicles penetrate through hearts worn down

To embody the ode of a man with eyes of a clown

No tremble has passed through his iron core

Only a strong voice amidst Eskimos of respected

folklore

The drilling of ice is no task of a dentist

These folk strengthen their might with an iron fist

For an iron fist beckons the gravity of a fight

A fight against starvation and a place to rest in the

cold dark night

For laws abide among men and women alike

Though their ship set sail and landed like a celestial

pike

To warmer water...

A colder climate still dwelled in blood that boiled

hotter

Hotter than truth be told – a winded passage

These men salted their fish in the icy muck on the

edge

But finally in another country where the flock has

gone

A flight bespoken by the hounds of the Igloo Swan

44.

What I Live For

I’ve traveled through silence

To a world that is bold

I staved off the vultures

For a morsel that’s sold

I’ve come to tell you

Laughter is not a choice

Though smiles retaliate

When those raise a tilted voice

For words come straight

Time to time

Though at another angle

They are brought back like a mime

Shapes are my oases

I’ve got one oasis

Plural becomes singular

When hearts and notes trickle and hiss

For I won’t copy you

Laughter is a steady friend

Unique and yet so true

So think before you spend

45.

The More I Learn

Slow

To and fro

Dedicated to all we love and know

So fast

Steadfast

We recognize the pocket at last

To Pray

To stay

Hands find keys for the day

To believe

To Leave

In all we know or bereave

Yet we know

Yet we bestow

Now I understand the flow

The heartbeat beneath the land

The water above the sand

The sun will dry its tears and demand

A settlement

Betterment

But this second I shall lent

A promise to myself

For a promise on the shelf

To be read like a cheery elf

Together

Forever

The bind that holds like a tether

So instead of goodbye

I’ll say, “Hi!”

The more I try

Hold fast like a rock

Hold dear like a cherished sock

And open your mind for you will unlock

46.

Walking I remember

The countless clouds and drops that

Meet the dimples on cheeks and whiskers of cats

These times The God listens and waits

And love flows on through a river beyond gates

Torn open by a shrill cry

Not the wind

He beckoned to call me a beginning

He beckoned to call me a time

I write my name as he calls me

I shine my shoes out of respect for the name

Now my time remembers me

A decade or so ago

When the cat purred the softest

And wiped the brow of Winter's early snow

Sail on to the sun

Sail on through tide as rough as splinters

Because it's these time I sing a plenty

It's these times summers shred winters

For a calm in his recent flight

I washed the memory of sailboats in the night

Sail on to the sun

With the feeling of coffee for what has begun

47.

If You Find Her

Bells ring with a dance

Born with one chance

I couldn't remember the name

A fair handshake after the game

Reason I'd find one

Light on my face in a run

Looking for a look

Booking it for a book

I'd be the careful librarian

If I could care about carryin'

Those pages on back

Stories never would lack

So I read to the bell

Now I remember, you're William Tell

Caught up in class

Sports and books got me crass

So I'm back to the basics

I see that girl with the tan Asics

One life one dance

Maybe I could get another glance

And then tell her my heart

As it beats like water flowing in art

48.

Be Just Be

Be my ears

I need your light

Be my focus

Rays straight as sunlight

Be my kind

I touched you with my might

Be my kindness

I finally see your insight

Be my message

The dream will awaken

Be my scope

My end isn’t taken

Be my start

I started with a pen

Be my verse

I think you’ll know when

Be you

I think you can

Be the realization

Of how alike you and I began

49. Betwixt

Woe to the bottom

Banks turn red like autumn

From the sore of my palms

That grips the book of psalms

Though I didn't read that bible

At least in a while for I'm trible

I'm a totem pole on the cliff

I'm the downhill hike with a leg that's stiff

I'm the relaxation of the ages

Woe to the man that turns auburn pages

In a book with no end

A burned signature for you my friend

So travel to the depths and heights

To grow the seed of which memory ignites

A leaf that fell to bid adieu to a well

The clock that turns the cheek, I'll tell

Woe to the man that sits and learns

Finding the tide that churns

Every race you'll remember to stop

Woe to the top

50.

We walk like quadrupeds

When tired to our beds

We exist in dreaming

When the sun is no longer beaming

Tied and true

We believe we know what to do

Through trial and error

We reveal a hidden layer

Our light is the smiles and hugs

So I'm humbled by tiny bugs

They wiggle and squirm

We are alike to the bird and the worm

For the naturalist in society

To me is anybody with an inside that's pretty

Like mother bird to its chick

Just the right care does the right trick

So sing me a bird tune when I see a new day

The best song is the song unheard, hurray!

51.

Buried in the depths

Creeps a widow

She stands watch

In the graveyard

Today is her rememberance

Recounting the days overlooked

Valuing the hatch that seperates

The flame from the wood

The chimney burns red

A smile touched the sky

But it wasn't the end

Her eyes denied the shadows the light

That kept the road to heaven lit

So she guides her deceased with a hand

A hand that guided the noble to a land

A praised land of milk but no honey

Though this one had trees that grew money

She lit the torch at the hallowed gates

Carrying the ghosts

To evermore

To evermore

The web of yarn she spun keeps out the evil

To evermore

For evermore

Thank you ma'am or widow from the deep

Now the stars will brighten the mystery

Of which you keep

52.

Where is heaven?

Where does heaven stay among us?

For when the door closes amidst the gust

I turn to the radiator in the basement

It sits there with no reason in the heat

A careful wizard that took the backseat

Arms and legs pull our minds apart

But a singular heart reminds us that we are not far

apart

The cold shakes hands with the heat in desperation

Until we find a norm in one nation

I’ll ask you again

Where does heaven stay among us?

Is it in the frigid or rising temperatures?

I think heaven is in the wind that soon will rise

To meet a conflagration and a friendly sunrise

For a new dawn will open the eyes of many

So let’s not get down on one unbalanced feeling

For one day the course will revolve among peace and

healing

Heaven at last will cast its line and begin reeling

For an end

Just a beginning...

53.

The Road Artist

Painted eyes

Dainty tied shoes

Love's prize

A balance of yellow and blues

Pencils within forgotten caves

The sky's the canvas

Driving on what the artist paves

The ground's the mattress

My head floats to space

Stars roll around in a flurry

The sketch keeps a steady pace

No need to hurry

The final product of a painted heart

Reds glitter and glow

From the pastels in a mobile cart

From a paper once as white as snow

A complete work to be admired

Charcoal outline

Then he's back on the road and tired

But he's doing fine

54.

From a smile to a sound

From a sound to guffaws

It took one to start being heard

And another to follow silently with tiger paws

From silence in the shape of my inner laugh

It knows no bounds

Merry yet quiet as a hat

It resonates with earthly sounds

For the whales in the seas and fish in lakes have

touched it

My humor once so keen

A body still worth holding

But not as it would be seen

For these colors will not touch the eyes

Of people looking out

Speaking of a kindly virtue

The same inner peace is what I’m about

For these colors are found in my laugh

The same as in yours

For when we match in our conversations

A liberty fills our contented cup and pours

Before I speak out

I found I should always seize my own human heart

This way I will unfold my colors to anyone

While showing smiles from all on earth and to thus

impart

55.

His Smile Was Company

The old dog laughed at the crow

By his paws

The hide of a healthy animal

Darkened by age

Only dog years will turn the page

Beckoning the dogged years of his master’s pledge

Vowing to cross silver lakes, streams and alleys

The Galleys were no place for cats to crawl

Though the tongue of the ancient hound did fall

Not a lazy smile

But a persistent caring

For days upon eons as the winds begin turning

Fair days brought tears to the master’s eyes

For the company is but one man: the dog's only prize

56.

When dust hits the flooring

Life’s a cup of tea

So I’ll keep on pouring

Like your best friend will always see

Eyes are bright when the winter turns like fallen

lashes

That which lights the way on the cold damp tile

Your inner grace and steadfast smile never clashes

That great memory – you should file

Beginnings always have their song

Far from the nest

For a bird knows his mother all along

Just as your heart knows you best

So keep on pouring

To come back to the home on the hill

And the angels will keep soaring

And fly on to the spring – I will

Your smile’s the best to bring

So your gifted sight pours steadily

Oh the notes we shall sing!

Up to the horizon to make me laugh readily

57.

Aged Early of Early Season

Twas trust that bowed forth

Another hand humbled

Facing early light of the north

A broth droop’d and bundled

Sight of a caring father

My eyes did early see

Though encircled an offer

My heart fix’d to free

Early aged is the picking

Crops burst like red volcanoes

Ripe is the clock ticking

Farther south to heaven knows

I knew that old but intrepid door

The lark of symbiosis

Could interdepend even more

Twas reason that sent this

58.

Tell a story to the ancients

For they always listen

Cause upon cause

The fish speak to me and glisten

For the light shines deep

Through waters never treaded

I can still keep

To the bread that stays headed

I broke out in song

To mouths full of words untethered

I remain apt

To the oxygen that pulses weathered

For beings upon one being

This moment of clouded judgment

My laughter abounds to the seeing

Broken gavel, the law not permanent

I stayed put

Though my words did travel

To the ancients

I hid every sour word with a broken gavel

And erased the accused laments

For every cause upon one affected

To live or to die

I aimed to be undetected

For my heart is but wind to the earth

I’ll write you my truth

A smile is all I have left

A constant and quiet way that ages like a tooth

59.

Never Lonely

Tame light in the fire

The cold breaks the bread

Old hills don’t retire

Under the vacant homestead

Things do pass

I reason my friend would know

Touched the dark of an hourglass

The clouds tell time with their snow

Evening I swim the lake

One more lap

I won a friendly handshake

So I flipped a quarter to the chap

Besides the reason

The dog rests on his lap

To eventually awake to a new season

The wind befriends when wings start to flap

New in a way

Cornhusks feed the hungry

Though if you husk it to today

My message is never lonely

60.

Turning Into One

A man

Fills a lake

With water

The size of an ocean

Vaster than the seven seas

Might discover the eighth

If we dig deep

I’ll keep my headlamp on

When I discover hallowed eves

I’ll stay turning

Like autumn leaves

To quench a fire

That is burning

Come again?

Oh that’s right

It is the lady of the lake

Sit tight

Mermaid laughter

Not a Siren

Or a myth

Or a happily ever after

She watches the rainfall

From my lap

On my windowpane

She’s not tall

Or short

She’s the wind

She’s the tennis court

Though there is no net

Only freedom to swim

And forget the sweat

I can’t forget her smile

The same man did smile

They both let it be

Together as one, I see

61

Rise the steam from coffee

I'll tip toe my earthly angel

For I don't want to shake

Or will I make another angle?

Love awaits over the cliff

Shackled to your words, stiff

and relevance

A kite flown like pants

That dance on the clothesline

So my kiss ran up a spine

Only to live below

In a dark aged dungeon, lo!

Said the man who did sow

The light lives together

The saint that sent me a feather

Fell from the sky

Only caught by the corner of my eye

62.

The branch breaks with its falling leaves.

One plants it deep in soil until dusk spits this reason

back up

From the belly of dawn.

Attached are the ropes, which held truth by a swing.

This old tree is beholden more than ever

As its roots stick up through our earth

Like the spine of a hungry child.

Through feeding oxygen

We begin to cut the perennial from an ageless cloth.

It’s a fabric interwoven through the journey of time.

And Mother Nature reveals the branch that held that

swing and auburn leaves,

Which turned darker red on sacred floors, reminding

us to plant another.

63.

For the second time

I bent low to dodge

A flying saucer called death chime

Which was built in my garage

Readied by swells of reason

It loses control

Just the storm of a season

It aims to obliterate my God

But I stay the course

My product is catching a cold

For I was once its source

Now it finally has been sold

To better hands

Devious robotic intentions

It flew over cryptic lands

To thwart any mentions

I told nobody

You might never see it

Though it flew from my study

Without the engine even lit

Standing on a Highrise

I see through my binoculars

A man of great size

He destroyed that which now concurs

Goodbye flying saucer

The blizzard of humanity tamed you

I'm glad I spotted her

I still laugh how that junky junk even flew

64.

Laugher on the Rock

Your earthquake laugh shook the night

You broke my mantelpiece but revealed its fiery light

Perpetuating lanterns for the right cause

Lighting the road to the birds on the river moss

The birds took flight when they heard your cry

Or was it your laugh as an angel flew on by?

One man’s dream is another man’s telescope

So we see the bigger picture and begin to cope

Never shaken was the laugher on the rock

He still plans a flight with the gentler of his flock

Until the trees surround your common sense

You'll find his jolly echo return to silence

65.

Change Far Change Near

Like a tune that comes around the bend

The notion of energy that will never end

For the life’s circle isn’t a square

For it returns to the center when you start to care

See a little care and you will do just fine

Like the rust on the doorknob or the roots of a pine

Walking through the door you gained respect for its

branches

All those days in the forest in distant ranches

But now you’re back in the city

your view from your cubicle is hardly pretty

Though you forage and hunt with a keyboard and a

mouse

Similar to the ranch days singing your dreams in a

barn near the house

But I found dreams in the jazz clubs and stores with

outlandish clothing

So when I go back to that small town, I’m never

loathing

For I appreciate the wilderness as much as the hustle

and bustle

Though when I’m tired and down I’m brought back up

with leaves that rustle

So things I find the same give me hope

For when you give me that chance to change I’ll never

say, “nope”

66.
The Pride

You entered a tunnel of prides

You get through it, just besides

Lions roar! This is the pride

Tied score! This is the ride

Lions roar! This is the pride!

There's a space where I sit

Under trees that are starlit

I beckon you to find me

You know that tree

You know what you see

The curves of oak wind down

You'll never find a frown

On the curves of my face

Smiles always replace

The fruit of the elm always will taste

Tastes like good times never waste

Now I sit on a cloud

I sure am proud

Proud of you

We belong to what holds true

Lions roar! This is the pride

Tied score! This is the ride

Lions roar! This is the pride!

One tear of joy is all I've cried

67.

First we find the day

When morning comes I'll stay

In your mind

This heart I'll find

Will beckon to search until

The vines snap against my will

Though it will happen I might

Find Wisdom and beauty alright

So these trees we plant reveal your heart

Which was born in my arms from the very first start

Branches hold up the weary

Until we strain no more and at last are cheery

One seed of the oak

Will sprout after the rain will soak

The ground

This generation might feel found

So the trees smile with gnarled charms

Children learn from the journeyed with open arms

68.

Cleanse the toxic

Remedy the sick

Fight the wheels of hate

Unlock love's gate

For the time is now

I sit on hay for a country cow

Unblended forgiving desire

Only took the feeling of fire

For what we need is to remember

Until time is blinded by December

And a new year commences

And I finally walk out beyond fences

To awaken the present

I took your caring as heaven sent

I'm spellbound by love

So instead of being low I look above

And my blood runs pure

As I was a baby, but now I'm sure

69.

The poise

Will eliminate noise

Posture with smiles

Will abound 100 Miles

Proper etiquette

I can't forget

Come to the party and after

Indulge in laughter

The point is fun

The limit is beyond the sun

But we keep napkins on laps

While putting courage on maps

For adventurous taste

Eliminates waste

Counting on nature's gift

Is a sure bet to uplift

The animals around the globe

An animal doesn't dress in a robe

But a true king would free the zoo

Talking about what you would do

To give back to the original habitat

So think a little before you taste that

When you realize how good it is

You'll open your heart to hers or his

And just maybe

You'll put your foot forward to be free

70.

Squeaky Shoes

There's a moment that comes

Like the whistling of the wind hums

This feeling comes once in a lifetime

So tune your ears as I say this rhyme

It smells of virtue like getting oneself up

When life pushes you down you see a half full cup

When the water is half full and the lot of them are just

sweet

These clowns never had you beat

So you face death with eyes that remind

They remind others of a heavenly bind

Something only born of virtue

Something every kind of folk can do

So I turn the other cheek

And walk away from trouble with shoes that squeak

71.

Hands of Prayer

Lord have mercy

For I'm a foot soldier of democracy

I walk through the door you built

And have long been fond of the Irish kilt

Though luck we make ourselves

Forged from the dust that dwells

Dwells in the spirit of fortitude

So we will no longer be subdued

Let the fire in our hearts survive the rain

To vanquish tyranny and arrive sane

For an adroit foot is all I step with

And a careful hand like a blacksmith

Though onward I travel

To the bitter end on holy gravel

For the spiritual road you did pave

So I'm thankful for what our savior did save

Sometimes all I have is clasped hands

What The God tells us is to be steady like the tide on

distant sands

72.

Focus my strength

Focus my love for you

Humbled at length

When time feels short, but true

I walk for your smile

Maybe I'll learn

I think of you all the while

I used to yearn

But now I just jump with joy

Fun overrides time

I was once your boy

Now I signal you like a mime

Only actions can talk

Never fake

I ventured to be like a rock

My love waits at the bottom of a lake

73.

Sticking to you like a dog to a bone

I just found out I'm not alone

Though smiles can change

And hearts can rearrange

You calm me like still water

The same water that got her

Got her drenched and she did laugh

Didn't mean to push my better half

Though reason reasons alone

And giddy laughter I'm prone

Who always wrote a quiet letter?

But you in that silly purple sweater

Crossed the rocks of your God

Swim in the still water that is whole

Treading the water of the one

The one that finds me in the sun

74.

Hold fast and hold steady

Lift your heart to the smokestacks and chimneys

For life isn’t taking away from what you thought

Though this surrounding light could break for a while

It won’t crumble forever

It will transform into music notes flying like sparks of

fire from high abodes

When the notes reach the astute ears of the earth

below,

Grass begins to grow happier and trees nod with their

branches in appreciation

Healthy lungs breathe their first breath and legs soon

begin to walk

Careful youngling! Amidst these steps are triumphs

of the coordinated and balanced

The able-bodied listen to the gentle rain hit the iron

railing of the damp stairs

The railing on the stairs is what gives me peace

For I am young and still should hold fast to the kind

friend it does provide

And regards to anyone who beckons to find peace

and safety

Longevity marks the last step, but who is counting?

For happiness sparks in the moments we will want to

remember

Aye or forget because we will hold fast and true to the

metallic railing

And provide a soothing word to those that speak for

the present

Because now is better than never

So constantly breathe and touch me heart to heart

I do so want to unfold the blanket of courage that

unveils when the stairs descend

So I’ll climb to ascend to remind myself of the old

friend that will never pass me by

75.

I heard a cough from the clouds

with lightening darkness shrouds

Though it was really whispered

From the thunderous word

That flew from lips

silent as the page that rips

Though I closed the book

And then something really shook

My heart collapsed to the floor

And a smile walked through the door

Though I smiled I couldn't tell

That I was full again like a well

Though I didn't thirst

I forgot about the worst

And found out it was the best

I passed your test

So you come back distantly

Through my window instantly

When I just smile aloud

With volume of which I'm proud

And you come into my God

Like steam from the blackest coal

76.

You’ve given me such existence

I seem to be aware of your presence

I hold your heart in my own core

I’ve found everything I’ve looked for

In such little time

In such little rhyme

To be aware of you through your eyes

I recognize the little things at a greater size

Let’s talk about living well

Though little time will tell

A mountainous gorge

A chipped mantle across the Valley Forge

George Washington held his right

So will us not empty our bitterness and take flight?

Lets bridge this human gap

The branches of wisdom’s tree won’t snap

So let us bend in unison and rise

Forever bonded in the enormity of our mutual size

So try bridging the great divide

It's up to one to decide

77.

Antlers on the mountainside

Changing places within our hearts

Chewing on old cowhide

Before the fateful deed imparts

Together but alone to begin

Words only fill me like wine

Though sober or not is no sin

The King's tainted sign

Benign is the cost of love

The hills I've climbed

To look above

Never behind

So I Venture somewhere

Lines hide in the dust

Nowhere didn't care

Only the end in sight of the crust

The view is sure pretty up here

I'll hug you at last

Fill me a cup of cold cheer

To calm me because my heart's beating fast

78.

I want nothing but peace in a world revolving around

war and spending

I give grace by putting my best foot to the race I'm

lending

Though shelved in between the crashing waves I

looked on to it

It was the stunning rocky outcrop where the sea hit

So the tide puts a smile to those so torn

As does a smile gives pleasure to those who feel

forlorn

So I run on until my eyes blaze like the sun

They light the light's departure when finding has

begun

For inside the sea's cavern lies starfish

I empty my loads to give to another heart's dish

For food on the table is always worth spending

A healthy diet and my gift of the sea I'm lending

So succulent and absorbent life is

So I thank The God and give my heavy load a load off

for the gift is His!

79.

Interpret the sea

Like one interprets fire and light

Evoke the mountain

As shelter evokes a wayfaring monk

Drink from the rain

That has not yet drunk from the earth

Remind a grasshopper to leap for joy

As one reminds another in the braveness

...Of transcending the trembling leaf

Trembling grows strong and unwavering

Like the harp of grace

The grace, which lives in you...

80.

Reasons, banknotes, and callers

Seasons, hot oats, and dollars

I spell it all the time

I say it with this rhyme

To the archers and bagpipers

To the watchers and hitchhikers

I count them all the time

I say it with this rhyme

People, shoulders, and toes

The steeple, boulders, and The God knows...

I never blamed them for their time

I saw Him walk on water for a rhyme

To my beginning and a new friend

To what I sing to what I spend

I loved smiling all the time

So I’m never finished with this rhyme

81.

How slow how slow

Will the tears flow

I let go

And the dark never knew

I knew where I'm going to

I know I'm getting through

What's enough what is enough

Though life will be rough

I stay honest with the simple stuff

How true how true

The light always knew

I knew where you were going to

How bright how bright

I know my angel will take flight

You're my angel for you are the light

How high how high

I'll find you angel and that's no lie

Even if I have to jump to the sky, my my

I cut the chord that bound your wings

And set you free til heaven sings

'Hark we are the believable things'

How real how real

When enemies become friends that feel

Feel the love that paid for every meal

Oh how I be

She flies with us together free

Even a sightless star could see

82.

Floating in a tiny boat

In a moat

Surrounding a giant castle

A peasant paddling from the hassle

The hassle of following orders

Unfair demands from the quarters

A King who lost his way with speed

Down the road of thrifty greed

The peasant donated all his money

To a thrift shop that kept all the honey

But gave away all the coin

So Robin Hood and his merry men could rejoin

Sweetly goes the road to freedom

But the freeness lives outside a kingdom

Walls beget boundaries

Birds beget love that varies

For a bird locked up in a cage

Is the treachery of the age

So unlock these cages and doors

And the peasant will guide the cup of charity as it

pours

83.

Praise is forever

I pulled the lever

On a machine called forgive

Took out the dead feelings and reminded me to live

Hallelujah gives me hope

I climbed heaven’s rope

To find an old cowboy hat at the top

Reminded me to mosey on and never stop

So I tipped my hat to the waiter

But left my laughter on the table for later

So the next person sitting there smells my laugh

He smells a laugh from a million miles and a half

So people are thankful for when they eat there

This waiter is ready for any laughs, which he says

none compare

Guffaws, chortles, and snorts

To bellyaching laughs until my face contorts

Some come and sit full of giggles

And the waiter’s hand never jiggles

For he is calm as a whale

At the bottom of the sea smelling of stale ale

So plug your nose youngling

And open your ears as laughs start to sing

84.

Oh 'Winged' sky

Cry like the rain

Take flight to conquer and remain

Steadfast ground

Speak no evil only good

As I build from the floor with sturdy wood

Pained and mortared walls

You stood your ground

The army has left with what you have found

What you have found; what you are about

You have found the well to end the drought

Stonemason brawn

The sky wiped it's tears

I settled to laugh for years

Brick by brick

The courtesy knowledge of which you speak

Has altered the ark which doesn't leak

Oh 'endless voyage'

Seeds firmly rooted

I balance on the sea heavily footed

85.

What's the deal banana peel?

Shovels kick up what feet do with hands

Though monkeys have no quarrel swinging from

branch to branch

Catching the Santa Ana Winds is a fine thing to do

But I do it with gestures

With which I'm communicating with and to

So don't throw your banana peel at me friend

I would petition to catch it with my hat, but that what

would the appeal be of that?

So lend me your monkey-like gestures friend

The civilized world is simply a gateway to a hole

leading to the end

So let's do away with the walls we are building

And instead shield nature, which is in turn humanly

yielding

86.

Soldier's Fairy

Soldier named Jerry

Believed in a fairy

He went to rescue a friend

Only to find a mend

A cure for the whole battalion

He rode with his bayonet and stallion

She found him at the crossroads

Pixie stick in hand with magic codes

This fairy could use radio magic

Little fairy with Jerry did the trick

The fairy's magic radio

Jerry spoke in it so slow

As if he knew the time would come

He took out his locket of his fairy mum

Imagination wins the battle

And Jerry smiled on his saddle

He rode away with good news

So put yourself in Jerry's shoes

87.

Song That I Mean

I feel a reverie

I feel a calm

I write how I see

I sing a psalm

I feel cold water

I feel red wine

I write, as the days get hotter

I sing what lyrics are mine

I feel a breathing tree

I feel a warm breakfast

I write since you're feeling me

I sing to those glass hearts breaking last

I feel your improvement

I feel your cause

I write a letter to be sent

I sing to your countries laws

88.

Dust hides underneath a park bench

Water hides from the need to quench

Insatiable quickly turns to feed

Regardless of the economic need

Did you read the news?

Jobs opened for people who can cook quick stews

What if the market collapsed in the year 2095?

Then I’d be under that park bench barely alive

But I tell you what

A few dusty quarters in my pocket to fill my gut

And a tax deduction

since I’d still be working the Stew Luncheon

So let’s ideate so the market won’t collapse

And that stew might be followed by a kiss perhaps

89.

To be is to fill

To see is to be still

To love is to breathe

To see above is to conceive

To parish is to remain

To fish is to relieve the pain

To fly is to walk

To spy is to flock

To eat is to behave

To treat is to save

To smile is to believe

To smile is to relieve

To laugh is to the God

To halve is to the whole

90.

Sparkle and shine like the The Goddess of the moon

Diana embodies Lysander's strength in the sky, but

asleep at noon

Only to awaken with light's reality

and the dark's tranquility

Her cosmic Eyelashes felled to earth like meteors

among stardust

I wiped my eyes and pardoned my ethereal lust

Until I met The God I smiled like Mars' ring

Married by a Greek wedding and plethora of heavenly

cuisine

For a new dawn had risen

While Diana freed Lysander's God from an earthly

prison

91.

An apple is an apple

A pear is a pear

Fingers learn to grapple

And soon learn to repair

A body is somebody

A period is no one

Only when you study

A friendly sentence for fun

Exclamations are for lovers

Rhythm is for a friend

Meaning falls like rain but hovers

To invite rainbows to bend

Time is a space so wide

Couldn’t calculate the Grandfather clock

Only entranced by its solitary pride

The timekeeper is for those steady like granite rock

The peacekeeper is for those who unite kin

Smiles were born anew

The Grandfather’s clock chimed “begin”

When days became moments without further adieu

92.

I’ll sacrifice my insecure

Side

To a world that’s wide

I’ll hide the pain away

For a while

Venturing another mile

Who is to say?

The stage should be shared

I always dared

Fighting inner ghosts

Of an angel’s smile

“Stay a little while”

Yes we should prepare

To always support

As steady hand will sort

Life’s break will fix

Another forever

It’s now or never

Another side this time

Keeps ticking

For my heart that is kicking

These ghosts disappear

In the moon reflected on your eye

Which secures a sun in the sky

93.

The dog lies on the floor bittersweet

Curtains of determination never deplete

Only reveal the eager sun slowly

On the chipped mountainside I find so holy

Maybe a trek I’ll take with my trusty dog

We’ll mark the path and burn many a log

For campfires mark the day

Alone with my pawed friend to say

“Merry is the time”

Until we are back at home like a steadfast rhyme

And he hears what I find silent

Though enthusiastic he always knew what I meant

And I rub his tawny hide

To massage him for the next ride

94.

Do what you will my friend

Life is as short as a tree trunk

Find what you will to no end

The ship hasn't sunk

Put faith in the oars of which you paddle

Take aim in the long journey

On the tarnished saddle

Take in the great breeze of what you see

For life begins through the universe's window

Take heed to those that hear

For they know how the planets glow

On that starry night you started near

you took a plunge far from below

You were always a celestial being

Breath by breath

So it takes grounded feet to start seeing

One window is fortified to it's death

Let's not forget that

I sit on the tree trunk waiting for my lover

I wouldn't fell the tree on which I sat

So I helped the youngling see another

95.

Footsteps mark a path

One by one, it's easy math

Our hands grasp reason in our lives

Love only flies away like butterflies

But what goes will come back like a friendly tide

So open your door, there is no reason to hide

The ocean air fills the room

I know our hearts boom...

To the heartbeat of the beaten path

So I'm back finally...counting easy math

Silvery fish swim and slip between your toes

You've finally made it and this time The God only

knows!

96.

Likened to Chance

Like an interpreter

Like even life's blur

We focus our tongue

For songs to be sung

Infinite is the birth of our time

The human's reason to rhyme

Because on the next page

Is a heart of a sage

That heart bears your name

So sing for the many that play this game

Your quest is without doubt

Your words spring without drought

For water is the answer to meet

Shake the hand of and greet

Your maker

Like you interpret the taker

Like life's dance

We sing for the chance

97.

Until a new day

Bid adieu or say

Thanks man you are strong

Like a cast-iron prong

Used to eat

Or a fork that feeds my heartbeat

Thanks man you are you

No one else so bid adieu

See you when we climb as men

See you when I loose ink in my pen

Or a history book of my savior

For I’ll be sure on my best behavior

When you come down I won’t resist

A handshake or a bump of the fist

So welcome day

I’ll start with hello and then I’ll pray

98.

On a thin stretch of land

My acuteness did expand

Lost none, but the creation itself

Were we afraid of the bookshelf?

Lunch boxes and a silver spoon

None of the kind I took from the womb

To say and deliver

I stood on a sliver

I stood on this land

I held your hand

In spite of it all

In spite of the fall

Humankind's own newfound desire

Is my own measure within the fire

For I took distance and calculation

On my thin stretch of land of imagination

It was reality that caught you

At that moment you could make it through...and I was

with you all the same, too

99.

I walked up to the mountain and you know what I saw?

I saw a cloud up in the sky

The feeling was raw

Up so high! Up so high!

I said to myself it looked just like your heart

We were in a sky so blue

I said to myself it looked just like the start

With a feeling so true

Let’s climb that mountain up so high

So let’s have some fun

Then we will hold hands and give it a try!

We run light since we don’t weigh a ton, but a ton of

fun

Two hand touching like a game of tag

I’ll follow you up the mountainous rims

With the heat of the sun in our hands when we snag...

A couple of river drinks with our tired limbs

But we’ll keep on going

To touch the cloud as white as a dove

But we’ll keep on growing

Growing with love

So when we come back home with our merry cheer

I’ll smile and laugh

When thoughts and giggles bubble up like brewed

beer

Then I’m calm and aged like my hiker’s staff...with a

sore calf

100.

I ventured far to find the verse yesterday

But it landed on my paper today

I included it with a message to you

This message goes deep and is very true

Take a deep breath, no need to sigh

So let’s tap our feet without a word passing by

I continue to believe that I am behind this verse

I have a clean tongue and certainly don’t curse

It goes like this one time a day

You give someone a smile to replay

The cost of the gift is free

You can give it without paying a fee

You will find traces of it never erased before you

know it

Because underneath lies a cheery heart below it

First with the heart

And then the brain will start

To unravel the plan that exists in a laugh

It’s like the beat of a hiker’s staff

Every other step at a quickening pace

It’s the jump of humanistic embrace

The verse goes like this

One will smile then two will kiss

When three hold hands

Finally four will decide to make plans

See friendships multiply

I’m telling the truth, no lie

So believe in yourself

Because a smile is a sign of good health and inner

wealth

Cha-ching!

Smile and laugh, you have much to earn and bring!!

101.

Take me down to the town

To buy you a gown

Penny in my pocket

With your picture in a locket

Remember when you sang so loud the roof caved in

Not literally, but when you do that I feel like I win

Because songs are seeds from the heart

So pass them down to the next part

Or generation if you will,

It’s when people learn to forget the bad and earn their

fill

Because being sober keeps a few pennies in my

pocket

And a smile on your face in my silver locket

So when the rooster does what a rooster does

A hen will be waiting for him in the pen just because

Just like I wait for you

With a few pennies in my pocket and a locket that

holds so true

So take me down to the town

To buy you a special white gown

Life is just because you’re mine

We complete one heart and we will do just fine

102.

To fly is to float and flee from the fistful hits

For violence only vindicates but never permits

History might repeat the relapse

But who will dig deeper than destitution perhaps?

So again we fly to flee from a tizzy

Lets put aside any bigotry and set our minds to busy

A state of constant mindfulness is desired

Without bullets there exists missiles of deceit that

aren’t fired

But these missiles weigh a lot heavier burden than a

ton of bullets

So let’s have lighter thoughts and possibly shaved off

mullets

That look in the seventies is so outdated

I ran back in time faster than Alfred Hitchcock made

film reinstated

The Birds is a film that truly did fly

It encapsulated emotions and reason to the untrained

eye

So when we capture a moment in time

We might again regain our favorite line

If we stop our fussing over racial correctness and

irrationality

We will finally delve deeper to awake an austere

mentality

I mean austere, simple and gritty

Because life is short, but long to the young and witty

So we remember the lonely years that hid in the

blackest caves

Only to light the energy of fire candlelight saves

It’s a recycled emotion that I’m talking about here

It’s a recycled can of dark brewed beer

It’s time we let the soberness hit

To stop violence and make our reflection fit

Let’s look into the mirror

We are past the days of the whip of the overseer

So let’s hold hands and smile

since hate is a shorter distance to death than love is

all the while

103.

Gentle ways

Holding hands to begin the days

Light in your eyes, I see it clear

It’s when I know I belong to what I hold so dear

Took time to defend like a fencer does so well

I defended myself by having something good to tell

Before a foul word or a comeback let’s say

A gentle word will be coming your way

So stop and remember, you have a lot to count on

Although at times you were a simple pawn

You can be as steadfast as the rook

So smile and believe, that’s all it took

It took years to build what’s all around us

From the roads to the neighborhood school bus

But you see it was done with some grit, but a lot of

grace

So when you think positive, you’re walking at the right

pace

So I’ll venture on and smile

Because gentle ways will make me a gentleman to

walk the mile

104.

Over the mountains in the east

I’ll fly closer to you than ever before

I lost the fight to my inner beast

Though it ended in an even score

I’ll try the emptiness once again

In my body I’ll let lose the pain

I’ll write to you again

In my heart I scream but sound it sounds sane

For my voice hasn’t risen

In years over years

Once stuck in a prison

Freed by tears and tears

Shadowed by wisdom

We overcame the drought

Dreamt of the freedom

The kind those mountains are about

So let me walk to the river

I’ll be sober and clear

You will be by my side like a quiver

I’ll drink and calm every fear

105.

May the songbird sing today?

For a breath of air lifted me away

Was it the breeze or slice of cheese?

Was it the trees or a hive of bees?

Questions that concur

To the pattern of cheetah fur

For the miracle of life still astounds me

I rest on the truth that won’t flee

For my feet touch the ground like a promise

Arms reach out to touch you like a rosy kiss

So I’ll plant another flowery bush

I’ll embrace you with a hug and I’ll never push

Only to keep on the honeysweet and breezy side of

life

So I’ll sample the cheese and put away my knife

And sing to you softly like a bird to the wind

I’ve got the date in my calendar pinned

106. Free

Woke up on the salty sea

Easy come and easy go on a sailboat named Free

Though I felt most alive

When death was quiet as honey in a hive

Life is the flower that welcomes the bees coming and

going

And sometimes it’s The God that sends us in the

lifeboat rowing

So when the bees finish humming their tune

And the waves settle to sleep under the moon

I know that buzz and swash of the sea will welcome

me

On my earnest friend, the sailboat, named Free

107.

When dirt cakes your shoe

Kick it off and renew

When time’s hand brings an hour

Give an old lady a flower

When the boxer gets up and spits blood

Hug your ally the hardest and friendship will bud

When teardrops fall to the floor

Try to smile that much more

When the sun sets in its bed over the hill

Sing hallelujah and make it your will

When expressions are lost in the sea of life

Plant a flower and hope the gardener sharpens his

knife

When the man cuts it for the bouquet

Run to greet your loved one like an Olympic relay

When you touch hand in hand

Remember the seeds you’ve sewn in Father’s land

When your Mother sees you smile

You’ve finished the race and flowers will soon pile

When you pick those victory petals off the floor

Take a bow for the ones who will be your true family

evermore

108.

I drank the horn or cup

Planted in the ground up

Planted away from sound

Harmony will abound

And love casts a white shadow

Unseen image of at the village row

They stood invisible and in a line

I pulled at the ground and leaped from my spine

For a mystery of creation did abound

Cast from the sun’s sound

The sound of the future

Let’s not whiteout our culture

For color is born from human grace

And can ignite the dark of animalistic face

So smile at a lion and grin at a tiger

Because we are so the same in every fiber

What’s forbidden tastes so good but will rust

Rusts with time so vegetables I trust

109.

As the trains venture home

Onward I’ll roam

For my destination is not hidden

Things for her sake were forbidden

Chained to trees

Unlocked by the freedom breeze

So do I light a candle to my homely voyage?

Or do settle for her upsetting letter over porridge?

For she is my mother

Since birth I have awaited no other

For my mind is simply alone and happy

Like the tree I only feel inner peace from hands that

turn sappy

For a touch I never recalled from my mother

Since birth I have felt no other

For peace amidst inner warmth is all I desire

A lost job to a peacekeeper that will almost hire

Me? Do I fill the space?

I seek to be fulfilled and fulfilling is a job I embrace

For time does a man time

As does the rhyme to a word that’s mine

So I search for that lover

Turned by the compass to that significant other

110. Broken

In my lethargic state I close my eyes

The light breeze closes the door to a shut

The deeds of the past I do not despise

Your riddance has molded the path I take

It reveals how o so soundly I sleep

Apathetic and void of any break

A choice is the fair card life had dealt you

The long twisted cave of the Minotaur

Is the big door you happily walked through?

I walk on the promising road I paved

Crying on your knees begging forgiveness?

Something this easy a long time I craved

A phone call might console you mentally

Evoking the hope of something to be

111.

Impress

You take my breath away like a lucid dream

You’re the one with eyes that beam

Should I run?

Shimmer like a tuna in the sun

Your smile is the link in Orion's Belt

From what is long and heartfelt

I love your smile so

Like plants in rich soil grow

112.

I Wear a Pin

After a cold drip in the night

A small window blows open with light

A voice in the hand of somebody doing right

Messages from far away get muddled in the rain

We hear what we see to feel blood in the vain

I smile at no arrow back to the lonely road

Though my path has been lonely, I wait in my abode

Time is a package and we kindly ask for more

Good tidings in hand with legs that are sore

So long this path has been

113.

I’ve waited years for my good scout pin

Sprinkle some salt on - But I still want my buckets of

gravy

get funky with that pepper - But I still want my

buckets of gravy

I like my food hot and spicy - But still need buckets of

gravy

you can't steal my food - cause I'm loaded with

buckets of gravy

crawling on my hands and knees to my food - I still

need them buckets of gravy

charge me those fries - I still want them buckets of

gravy

dance the salsa with the chicken - I still want the

bucket of gravy

114.

Clouds in space

my mind stays clean i need not leave a trace

I'm finding my way the The God's design

Remember love to sit and think about time

Stories of Jesus, turning water into Wine

But something comes deep from the Core

But something comes high and mighty and helps me

to see more

I find dignity in man with Hope

I'm climbing the steps with seeing eyes through

Galileo's telescope

115.

Outfielder

The God gave man purpose with skill

I took the quill for writing to fulfill

To a new field in a bountiful atmosphere

See stars in heaven and hear the stories we hold so

dear

May The God concur in the dreams we are sowing

Catching the stars like fly balls and to our teammates

throwing

So young in might one still finds the threads

Until we never thirst again and bow our heads

Holding hands

In the stands

Until the curveball from man misses the catcher’s

glove

Another pop fly to the outfield above

By: Thomas Halley

116.

The Mark of Galileo

Out of the Dark in a light Halo

From the motion to stillness

From when we stand together to fulfill this

This idea of pride this idea of love

love in hearts we cry for heavens dove

117.

Like a light switch

light comes in faces glow

people open their eyes

the love does show

118.

like catch me in an electric standstill

my heart is like a virus flowing into an ever flowing

waterfall

a virus that sees pleasure as an entity but consumes

exposure to serenity

serenity to adventure to the cause

the cause might be famine

but I can feel the people's freedom and what they

deserve

no blame but answers is the ever going cause

119.

A Wall of Picket Signs no limits from these concrete

cracked lines

Time to Look up the feeling you bite the bullet the

clock strikes 9

Your wading in deeper waters you expect no heat

from the martyrs

Courage is like the donut at your work the glaze is the

adversity now slipping through your fingers

you keep friends with a jerk by showing him your

drive is his perk together the positive affirmation

lingers

Dream of the coffee smell roasted beans hoping the

customers all is well

Only a stopwatch in a wishing well

Only a stopwatch in a wishing well

120.

Pumping antioxidants into my body your vitamins

thrill me

a thrill seeker I have been so long it does it as a frog

would climb a tree

This one's for the doctors, lawyers, and the zebras in

the amazonian night

Black & White equality just like MLK sees the light

This one is for the partiers and fiesta going Anglicans

Let's talk to our pride but at the end of the day we

pray at the same table as good Americans

Feathers are light but the weight still carries on

Weather vanes, birds take flight, carrying the seed of

spring on strong

A lovely carousal, a testament to the giants that stand

tall

the small joys of life like a dog playing with a tennis

ball

121.

walking with that old shoe that you carry hand it to

the next man jiving like old queen marry

What growing on that shoe you just don't know smells

like fungus for a fun guy things gotta go

Running through the halls pull a left like a U-Haul back

and forth it's a tug a war from the north

cold and shivering like the north poll it's space

cowboy penguins and they got a southern droll

122.

Standing lean tall and green like the Statue of Liberty

Fanning back and meditating to the great Leaders in

History

It's time to regain love and refrain from violence and

pray to the heaven above

Love your neighbor as thy self Don't be afraid of the

book on the highest shelf

Plane goes out in the horizon like wind to a flame

A candle of courage the wax drips down like roots of a

tree into forage

So as we keep our spirits let's us thank each other and

The God for our porridge

123.

buy me out like the last train ticket available

I want to make it to your show I transform like

pictogram on cable

Sticky like an adhesive kite

I'm breathless in the night

I make it fizz like the sprite right

Don't have to butter me up because i've got the sauce

dripping down

I'll wait for a while to make sure the vibe is a smile

from a frown

124.

Did you hear the news A UFO just landed where

martians play the blues

the plot thickens as the Detectives try to use their

tools

125.

So a story unfolds where Straightjacket men lay down

their clues

A clueless martian wanders aimlessly in the night

The first star he sees he signals the UFO to flight

A galactic drama ensues only now it's not the blues it's

rock and roll

And these martians try to capture every God

One solemn martian wakes up wearily at three forty

five in the morning

He's yawning sips on some galactic coffee and his

space ship he is flooring

He doesn't believe in this concept that the evil

martians are conceptualizing

He believes in good over evil and his love for all

planets is what he's trying to get others to be realizing

126.

We call ourselves the Panda Buchaneers

We're bamboo swash bucklers we've been doing it for

years

Here comes the head panda with a pep in his step

He means no harm but he will protect (yep)

Quick bite of bamboo, pandas floss

Don't get worn out like a shoe because the panda is a

fast as boss

127.

sometimes when i'm two steps back and your love is

two steps ahead

I try not to dread

I leap with a smile from bed

The love kindles and I remember the trueness of what

was said

let's hold true we live in a rainbow understanding

when we're blue

let's hold true we live in a rainbow understanding

when we're blue

128.

this is a song for me and my dog to get along

I can't lie but I can lie down on the floor with no need

to try

when I'm with my dog because my dog can fly yeah

my dog can fly

this is a shout out to all my dog lovers you know

what's it's about

love you all from the tail to the snout owners and

dogs both catch frisbees with their mouth without a

doubt

this song is always to be continued because a treat to

my dog and the love is renewed

the love is always the same

my dog and I can play a game

129.

Freedom writer freedom fighter now turn the page

From the dust like a moth in the shadows his face

shows age

Do what's right for one's temperance like an old sage

It does one justice aside the lone man who handles

the muck

So much gravity has been laid down this day but the

message has stuck

Follow what your own message will show

Own up to what you got and let the lantern of courage

glow

130.

What is loveless madness?

It’s not correct, its loving sadness

Don't thumb your nose just because we don't live at

the same address

Progress like software it might wear and tear

Drilling into your mind like a construction drill I could

hardly bear

I find you most

When I’m not staring into the eyes of the ghost

I look at the cause because it's not Halloween yet.

I feel like I'm just using toothpaste without dental

floss

I go slowly over the riverbed of your love trying not to

slip on the moss

131.

A bubbly bereft bear bows his head benignly

a king in kingston jamaica sits at his throne claiming

nothing is free

smarter than the average bear older than than crown

of england

which kingston are we talking about it's a travel on the

weekend

Stir your coffee and sip your tea with the correct

blend

This is see more justice so send your bargain plea to

the judge

This is see more muddy waters but we have rain

boots on to trudge

The vault is open but we cannot carry the treasure

with out the key to budge oh fudge

132.

The tattered flag

The honored gig bag

The all-seeing liberty tower

A beacon of light power

The willingness to do what’s right

The need to keep peace when all we want to do is

fight

133.

Tag in space my rover floors

watch out out for the meteors

our time is short as our shuttle needs to make it

home

I spy a creature with 6 shifty eyes we're not alone

a game we played at home in the dark

now we're older in an extraterrestrial space park

dashing through gravities restrictions

we remember when the fun truly does begin

in our hearts together us and even aliens win

134.

my hunger won't clarify the feeling in my heart

enough to know the starvation the help needs to start

The lasso sways gently in the wind

I feel the calf run swiftly with his kin

He's trying to begin yeah he's trying to begin

a word spoken so softly a word of triumph

but triumph may wake in the world so slowly

like a farmer breathing the air a feeling of holy

like a farmer breathing the air a feeling of

holy(whisper)

134.

a shepherd tends for his sheep

as a cloud in the distance covers mother natures

weep

this is triumphs way of saying let's love the good

stories we keep

keeping the beating drum a part of my heart

The God I remember your teachings of love meets

help and help meets the start

135.

My heart sings as the butterfly lands on the tree

My heart yearns as the other butterfly flutters so free

the butterflies bask in their meadows they ask

questions in the sun light

Miners in the caverns their lamps shining bright

can we look closely to understand

the mystery of the land

put our ears closely to palms of our hands

soon to be a starry night and we gaze at the horizons

wondrous bands

the radiant rainbow resembles the remembered rain

136.

I try to follow the butterflies but I'm turned like a

weather vain

Softer than a maidens brow the seats of my carriage

await me now

but this is nothing of the essence of regal

This is the salty beach in distance and watch from

from a lone seagull

137.

sit around for a while

thinking about running the mile

my lunch is sitting on the t.v.

I run to the t.v. turn it on to see

a voyage oh look it's captain crunch

it's not breakfast I want to call it lunch

I reach for my fry I'm transported into the t.v.

the captain says make haste not waste

I think he wants me to swab the deck just to have a

taste

He said so ahoy matey I said ahoy not much lately

Let's have a talk you know when I was three

a long time before I filmed this commercial for free

My father served me a few peanuts and said get

aboard fisherman on my ship

I want you to be on the lookout until we get to Canada

to watch the Tragically Hip

I said ok old man but I didn't call him old man I yes Dad

I want to be Fan

He said I want you to be a man when we get there I

want you to order me food as fast a you can

After days of eating peanuts and fish, once we hit

Canada I was prepared to get him the right dish

I walked into the concert it was very loud

covering my ears people blurting their mouths they

must been proud

I ordered him an enchilada

He said looks like you just came from the Spanish

Armada

I said please sir just give me food

He said well geez good thing your not rude

I gave it a taste no one was looking near

My dad was just getting off the ship with pirate jeer

Before I could think the food tasted very crunchy

I ran to my dad I said hey captain I mean hey dad

here's lunch see

He said you may call me captain and this tastes

crunchy hm wasn't free

I started a band called Captain Crunch

we were inspired from the tragically hip they said

thanks a bunch

So I said dude just make it a cereal

At this point I was really missing my fries, Foreal

So Mr. Captain Crunch gave me a free cereal box

I was transported back to my living room with my

knocked off socks

138.

The God you have anointed me & my path

I hopefully can be better at math

139.

A fox stuck his nose in a pair of red socks wondering

who they belonged to

The fox's Grandpa woke up checked his pocket watch

from 1962

Stumbling out of Bed got his paws on a good book he

always wanted to have read

It was a memoir about a faun

Jingling and jangling about the world

He roared with laughter and book and him always got

along

Yeah he always got along

The fox with the pair of socks ran to the local

creamery and said

This milk it gives me the giggles and why do you all

work in sandals with socks that are red

A worker cleared his throat with a menace and said sir

my names Dennis

I said Dennis why don't you put on some shoes and

play tennis

Meanwhile the Grandpa turned to the next chapter

entitled the Faun's Moment to Capture

The Grandpa put down his book and said I want a Faun

whom with I'll live happily ever after

So the Grandpa found himself in a cave with a Faun

with a smile he said behave

This Faun seemed to have a fashion sense

The Grandpa and he walked into a store and found

clothes on sale that would fit his body that was dense

He picked himself a red corduroy jacket with neon

glasses no style could crack it

The Grandpa was exuberant and ready to show his

Faun off to his Grandson

He went by the creamery to get his favorite yogurt

first

The Grandson was there. He was waving his paw at the

worker and about to burst

This was a first.

The Grandpa said hold on now this Faun has the

answer he's as smart as the cat in the hat

The fashion expert Faun said my jacket matches your

red socks now look at that

The worker stood aghast and said I haven't seen

something this hip in years

The Faun gave him a hard look in the face this brought

them both to tears

The Faun said to the Grandson those socks are red

someone might have lost them and be very blue

A worker overheard the conversation and happy to

see his socks said this is very true

The Grandson said red is very nice color He said Hi to

the Faun you look like my Mother

140.

We're shipmates in the new millennium

Let's scale these walls we brought plenty of dim sum

I can try to relate to the conquered bust

but all I see is ashes ashes as my dreams turn to star

dust

Vision of fire in a crept up in a dragon

Do we start once we've know it's begun

Do our telescopes see the flag of our past on the

moon

Or is this atmosphere still friendly grounds for

satellites as I presume

Roads were built here on this earth

A sculpted hand chisels a meteors girth

141.

Cat's playing it's piano on the roof

It's hailing on the roof

now it's raining on the roof

Cat's playing it's piano on the roof

it's haling on the roof

now it's raining on the roof

got my umbrella said The God I love you but what I

can I tell ya

I climbed up on the roof and a banjo fell from the sky

before I knew it I was strumming the chords and the

sun came our way

yeah the sun came our way

142.

Clouds the morning dew

An airy laughter filled with chili residue

These are the times I come to The God

Sometimes when I feel the ache in my heart I just Nod

Windmills planted in your earthy ground

The clock ticks and turns into time I found

Sweat drips down a weary shovels grip

Sun beams down and smiles while fisherman catch

fish that flip

Sometimes they come down a hill with a painted face

in haste

or is it just the shade of crimson that I can almost

taste

143.

As soon as the queen picks up her fork the crowd

goes silent what's this mess in the hall guy to turns his

phone to vibrate I hear a cry it's violent I can here the

man pick up the guitar behind her no one sees him I

call one of the messengers inThe mayor the hallway

144.

There's a match that shines in this tunnel

The mayor happily sits down to enjoy his cake it's

funnel

There's a band of fists because the wind has been

throwing punches

The mayor munches

His advisee sit's at the window looking at crow that

waits at the foot of the hill

There's a crowd that won't sit still

The mayor's unwavering eyes tears soon fill

Putting down his fork he wipes his beard with his

napkin

He wait's for the day he will call this ruckus fin

But it's not the end

and to this atrocity another crumb to the alley cat he

will lend

It's time for new declaration and good riddance

good riddance

His poignant pose perspires as he stands a gaze at the

plumb pastry he wants to meet

Theres a desert store at the corner of every street

The mayor decides no more ruckus people I will feed

you

The peaceful connoisseur declares I will happily lead

you

It's a feast

and there is desserts at his table as the mayor smiles

from west to east

He yells with joy peace at last

No more riots people don't need to pretend they

have to fast

145.

Trees glisten

Teeth smile they listen

My mouth is open

I tell the fly you can't come in

It's the pen ultimate drawn lightly in pencil

Duly noted it's a microphone stencil

146

The cat sleeps soundly on the swing

dreams of milk and mice on the dance floor doing

their thing

It's cold in the park the frost is the alone birds friend

in the dark

An Eskimo cups his hands holding the bird's chirping

with his might

He might let him go with a breath in the warmth of his

jacket he is out of sight

Notes of bird chirping he writes them on paper to

remember the rhyme

Carefully setting the bird in his backpack he readies

himself for a good time

He met this bird not so long ago

alone with a hurt wing where the evergreens grow

He cared for this bird so the wing healed fast

He planned to climb a mountain to find it's kind so it

would be free at last

He climbed the mountain the cold ridges he went

along

Holding The God's rhyme close to his heart he found

the song

Finally he came to the top

the clouds turned and he exhaled the mist at a stop

Taking the bird in his hand

he let the bird fly so he could be with his kind secure

in another land

The cat woke up from his sleep

and he jumped to his feet

He knew in his heart he would always keep this dream

And no matter the distance one his apart we are on

the same team

147.

The clouds must be on vacation because when the

sun peers through my window I turn my music on

with no hesitation

hardly a word was spoken until a bird uttered a vowel

the clown sits in the for boding circus and throws in

the towel

love is like light,

it's friends with the wind,

but keeps the candle shining bright

I've been stacking dominos like Mason's have been

stacking bricks

Dough flies out of the oven like a frisbee my dog

catches it and does these tricks

148.

Steam rises in the dog house like there's a clock on

the oven Momma your blocking the doggy door he's

checking when to serve the muffin, but get ready for

Canine tofu slider He's got his aviator mask and he's

going to ride a glider.

Thou Loves What I Dost Love

149.

I love this thing

I love listening to the birds deliver their fig mail to

spring

I find no revel, but my worship in reflection for

wisdom

A student’s eyes in society’s prism

A flower petal still grips the sand

With a titan hand

It was the galloping freedom amidst the spinning

loom

It was The God smiling at the flint brushed away by

the broom

By: Thomas

150.

Up on the baseball plate like stick of gum pounding on

the ground like a drum

This makes me sweat like a stamp with a heartbeat

And this one's pepper but I remain salty like the

Battalion Fleet

In the ocean love in nature's envelope like a sea

urchin

The wind is like the curtains with freedom smooth as

silk

It blows the clouds that form a mountain besides a

friend

I come open with arms wide for the bend

I do squeak like a turkey

Throttle the volume on boss headphones eating

Turkey

wait this is Thanksgiving (whisper)

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151.

Franks eyebrows are black he wins every staring

contest and is as sharp as a tack

He walks with great prestige because he was on a

siege

no one counted the seconds on clock

because in minutes he runs to school like meteoric

rock

because before the big hand made his move he had

his backpack on and was ready to groove

He drew in his book about Neville Chamberlain he

wanted to be a professor and hang with the right kin

he wanted to play Rugby

he tried hard and did hang with the dean

his smile did gleam

but one day

things got hairy

he prayed to mother mary and road thunder lit tears

up a waterfall of passion

the world was turned upside down he smelled The

God's hoppy brewed beer and heard his fists smashin'

But once he opened his eyes the hands were catching

petals of winded fluidity

The rugby ball was caught and the feeling of sacred

never did flee

From the lake and the meadows to the sprinkler in

the shadows Frank sees the light

What I can do

you ask the question

why does the bird circle around you

It's Friday and Frank smiling gladly

at an oak next to my parked car pooped on sadly

What I can do

Frank the bird takes flight like John Dillinger making

his run in the night

I ask my pet barn owl to be nice to the guy

he says hoot hoot alright I will fly

Frank kept smiling

chirping and circling

our heads were whirling

How are we going to get the darn bird

we have to give him back to Frank the owner I'm tired

of the word

Finally we put up trap on the height of Franks now

favorite perch

We hoped the twigs wouldn't snap and we wouldn't

have to resort to our slingshot made out of birch

3 hours later

Frank the bird was caught

or at least what thought he was and an acorn fell and

we said thanks a lot

it was squirrel Franks new friend

we thought it would never be the end

What I can do

152.

Early in the morning the sun hits the toaster and glints

with light

I put on my morning shades sunglasses it feels

friendly and bright

I jump on the couch read a book than stretch no

slouch

Toast pops up I pounce

153.

Kum ba ya a song of praise

Let us hold true throughout the days

Mighty towers, trees and flowers

Let’s be thankful of The God’s powers

Let those powers show equilibrium and

luminescence.

Lets us love life, smile, and give presents

154.

Sampson the wind is stronger than you

You plant your feet on the ground

You moved those pillars The God believes what you

do

I believe what you do

155.

I run through the clouds

When I see your face

When I’m in this place

I run through the clouds

When I’m in this place

When I see your face

Streaming colors in this river

Red White and Blue

Colors of our nation

A mountain of pride

From the distance it look like a bird that is still

Running Cross-Country it’s our will

156.

Freedom Music

I am a battling frog who croaks of peace in the fog

I am the dog that walks out of the bar

I hear Frank Sinatra singing from afar

In my dreams owl talons pick me up by my shirt and

drag me to the mountain

I know the liberty bell I’m throwing coins in liberty

fountain

By: Thomas Halley

157.

Chilling, walking in the park

Smiling, like Luke Sky-Walker

Learning, the fog soon clears

Hoping, and I dry my tears

Now I smile as I walk to and fro

To the village it warms me the Eskimo

158.

I try to keep an open mind

There is a lovely rewind

And I’m panning for gold on blustery day

In a tin dish floats a mix tape it’ floating a way

I grab a long stick, it’s roots looked like hair

A cold step splashed in water I lunged for it with care

159.

Birds flying high and I feel good it's the seed that is

planted where I stood because I know we all love

from the distant land I speak with words but the

music comes from the guitar with my hand

160.

Life is like a crocodile scaly and all

When you get to the tail you have to stand tall

Splish splash in the water the scientist jots down a

note

this crocodile is hardly afloat

161.

Sweet Joy

A new Horizon

Horses they pull the carriage I smile at the new

marriage

because I am happy also

Sweet Joy

A new Horizon

162.

I am a snail I am a snail I am happy you didn’t step on

me You learned your lesson with The God I know you

Got Bail For I am a snail In My Imagination, I saw Jesus

walk out of the jail I am happy it was you For I am a

Snail For I am a Snail

I crossed two rivers I cup my hands full of water tears

fill my eyes x3

I crossed three more rivers that makes five I am

happy I’m alive x3

163.

Tip top of the totem pole

Smiling I’m a good God

I want to be there for the people

Jesus and The God are equal

Courage and might

We pledge and hold on tight

Because though the road might get bumpy

Our eggs won’t crack yet like Humpty Dumpty

164.

Worms crawl between my toes

I kind of froze

I wanted to blow my noes!

Ever wonder where the time goes?

I just feed my cat with a hoes

165.

Two barrels 45 pounds each

I reach out to go The God and The God says with a

megaphone out loud

Maybe life isn’t just dust in the wind

The God gives us feet to walk and legs to stand

We can use our knowledge to formulate concrete

ideas

I think we can push through hurtful words and

navigate to our destinies

166.

I ain’t cryin’

I ain’t lyin’

I could drive a tractor

Flip a patty on the bbq

Get my thrill and fulfill

167.

Thank you The God

I care because you care

I want to feel you

Thank you The God

When I’m weak

You give me strength

168.

What She Said

Why don’t you?

Row your boat down the river.

The moon looks like a sliver.

She’s on the riverbed.

Look around you.

That’s all she said.

Fields of Psychology Song

169.

I hear flamenco guitar from afar

I hear a beat that is sweet

It makes me tap my feet

I hear it in jazz melodies

It came from the Caribbean

It’s been around the seven seas

It’s called Spanish Tinge

Its heard in jazz and you don’t cringe

You feel happy

Enjoy it by a tree and get nappy

Get up and dance so you don’t get sappy

170.
So Long

Caught myself yesterday

Was going to make a big mistake away

But I told myself not today

Not today...Not today

Yeah maybe I’m a little bit scared

Maybe I did it or maybe he dared me

But I don’t care

Cause it’s me who’s on the bed at the end of the day

I’m on the bed at the end of today

I’m on the bed at the end of the day

Yeah I’m on the bed at the end of the day

In life you got to play fair on and on

Hit your problems square on and on

So I sing this song so I can get along

I want to get along

I want to get along

I sing this song, so long

171.

A choice to believe

These feelings don’t leave

We remain here

The time is clear

From the wings of a bird

It stars with one word

Freedom of choice

Use your voice

172.

Bandaged Figurine

Small touches infinite

When looking on stars

From a sit.

Hands penetrate through clouds of galaxies

While one finger finds engagement

With the ring of Mars.

So we stand for this beauty.

We stand for a while upon the looking.

And sand on the bottom of vastest oceans,

Waits for an understanding

For a ship miles above...

In space? Avast, in love!

So, this bandaged figurine makes its dive,

To meet the bottom dwellers unfettered and alive.

173.

when i fish my motto is this: let em' swim

hand on the line til the light gets dim

when i swim my motto is this: let em' catch

pulling against the tide for a final stretch

when im gone my motto is this: let em' smile

The God knows we went the extra mile

when im born my motto is this: let em' cry

we all live for another chance to try

174.

Silence is kinda nice,

So don’t think twice,

It’s all night, for...

What is right

175.

A story...

Elephant Book by: Thomas Halley

Created: February 26, 2012 at 7:20 PM

Chapter 1 Yet To Be Found

Nizelou walked on for a couple blocks. She was wondering

which path to take to make it to the palace. Only a girl at

age

twelve she carried spices that gave her courage in spite of

her

father’s desire for her not to cook until her 13th

birthday. Nizelou

knew the spices had a special power that she could only

find at

the elephant hill. At the palace there was to be great

feast

honoring the elephants. She laughed as she remembered

lounging by the elephant hill conversing with long trunks

and

giving pales of water to patient elephants. It was the

brown

spotted elephant that she first became friends with. The

elephants walked over to the watering hole blowing horn

sounds

with the trunks in announcement to the new coming age. The

brown spotted elephant's name was Yet To Be Found because

Nizelou wanted to understand the other elephant’s behavior

and

why they were so enthusiastic. Yet To Be Found spoke in

earnest

to Nizelou "I am trying to go to a place where I feel at

home"

Nizelou spoke softly "You always have a home here on the

hill

Yet to Be Found". Nizelou smiled and finally took the path

next to

the market that wound up to the palace. She searched with

precision in her room for the right place for the spices.

She finally

hid her spices in a small pouch in the corner of her room.

She

dreamed of a cake. This cake would honor the elephants. She

needed to talk to Yet to Be Found because she knew in her

heart

there was more to his story. She started writing a poem to

Yet To

Be Found

Now your name is yet to be found

your feet barely touch the ground

when your trunk is always searching the sky

I feel like the stars are dancing too and I'm wondering why

But you always tell me the stars always know

So I try to pray and not let my understanding for my

fathers

wishes go

Can you help me find reason the other elephants are so

enthusiastic

Is it because they know of the honoring

I'm trying to do the right thing for my father

Don't tell the other elephants I don't want it to be a

bother

Nizelou took this poem to Yet to be Found. He walked over

to the

cliff and spoke to me.

Yet To Be Found looked at Nizelou solemnly. He said,

"Nizelou,

how do you know I'm meant to be with the elephants. I'm

spotted

with brown." Nizelou did not frown. She looked at Yet To Be

Found with a smile. "The Elephants are excited for they

know the

time is coming." said Yet To Be Found.

There is a man with carriage full of large parachutes the

size for

elephants. We are to go parachuting down the cliff into the

land

where the others will join us. The name of this man is the

Parachute Man. Nizelou looked at Yet to Be Found and Yet To

Be Found put his trunk on Nizelou shoulder and said, "I

will

always be your friend." "I want you to know that day when

you

first came to the Elephant Hill and I met you, I made a

prayer.

The God said you were the chosen cook, and everyday I was

thankful to have met you. That is why I showed you where

the

spices were." Nizelou spoke with a newfound calm, "I have

to go

to the market place and get the special cake ingredients.

Yet to

Be Found said, "there's a lot of love that they put in

that." Nizelou

says, "I remember you telling me that there are open arms

from

The God when the special cake is eaten by our family." "I

just

hope those elephants will welcome you the same way."

Nizelou traveled with a gait. She hoped to one day be

dancing

again with Yet To Be Found. As she walked she took a moment

to realize what she really hoped for was to see Yet To Be

Found

happy with the other elephants. She made the cake. She gave

it

to the feast to honor the elephants. Her father was very

proud.

Nizelou was very happy her father was proud. She went to

Elephant Hill to say goodbye to the elephants. Yet To Be

Found

stood with happiness about him. He was surely going to miss

Nizelou. He knew there was a way they could be together

again

and he knew how. "Nizelou your cake gives all the elephants

the

power of unity. We were all a unit in your great

celebration and

the love will always remain." Nizelou dreamed of meeting

the

parachute man. She knew her time would come. Yet to be

Found

looked at Nizelou and Nizelou looked at Yet to be Found,

Nizelou

says, "Yet To Be Found I hope you know I love you and one

day

you will be found because your spots of brown are special."

Yet

to Be Found smiled.

Chapter 2 The Cook Book

Nizelou traveled back to her home. She looked at her life

as a

piece of a puzzle. She thought she was part of something

greater and she just wanted to have a chance to show her

strength. She knew from her friendship with Yet to Be Found

that

she had courage. She knew there was going to be time to

show

her strength. She kept the spices to keep the courage

strong.

She knew in her heart that if she kept the spices, good

things

could happen. "Nizelou", her father called from the palace

gate.

She looked out her window with a smile. She met her father

with

a gaze from a far. Her father looked very nice as he was

dressed

in a silk robe that resembled peacock colors. She wondered

what was the occasion. She asked father, "Father, for what

occasion do you wear such beautiful clothing." Her father

looked

at her in the eyes. There was a feeling of holiness in the

air.

"Nizelou, I'm going to be going to the market to get you a

cook

book. This special cookbook, that has ancient recipes from

the

time the elephants first sang their songs. This is a time

of joy."

Nizelou wanted to find a way to reach her hand out and pet

Yet

To Be Found's fuzzy trunk. She knew her friend missed her,

as

did she. She kept the magical spices as she promised.

Nizelou

knew it was her birthday soon. Soon, she will be able to

cook all

the magical cakes she wanted.

The next morning, Nizelou walked to Elephant Hill. She was

sad

that the other elephants weren't there. She knew the

parachute

man had taken them to where the other elephants were. She

prayed that she would see Yet To Be Found again. She was

happy to have a cookbook. Nizelou said, "If I look at the

bright

side of things, I may be able to cook and find a way to the

bottom

of the Elephant Hill."

Chapter 3 The Migration

Nizelou was very happy with her cookbook. She dreamed of

ideas to cook. She then thought to herself, "I'm learning

so much

about cooking, maybe I could learn a few things about

Elephants."

She decided to ask her father about Elephants. So Nizelou

asked her father, "Dad why do Elephants move?" Her father

said, "Elephants migrate because of weather conditions" "A

climate can change. Elephants move to where they can eat

and

keep with their kind in safety." Nizelou finally was

starting to

understand. Nizelou said with a notion of trust, "Father,

may I be

able to travel with the Elephants when they migrate back to

the

village near Elephant Hill" Her Father said, "I hope your

happy

here with me Nizelou. You know when you grow up; you can

always live in the palace. I was hoping you would find

something

you loved." Nizelou said, "When I grow up I want to care

for the

Elephants." Her father smiled. It was a good day.

Chapter 4 Serenitee’s Serenity

Nizelou’s father called her Tee. Her name was Serenitee.

She

was Nizelou’s mother. One day when Nizelou was walking in

the

garden, she asked her father about her mother.

“Father, who is this woman that you married and why did she

go

away?” Nizelou’s father smiled gratefully. He knew this was

the

perfect time to talk to his daughter. “Nizelou, when you

were just

born your mother had a friendship with the elephants.” “She

wanted you to someday understand them.” Nizelou opened her

eyes as wide as she could and then closed them. “It was the

small elephant that, first took attraction to you.” Nizelou

seemed

to stammer with exhilaration. Nizelou asked, “Did this

elephant

have brown spots?”

Chapter 5 Nizelou’s Walk

Nizelou took a walk. It was not a long walk where she

remembers to make her mark in the path in the intertwining

trees. She would usually need to do that to find her way

back.

Nizelou and The God, yes Nizelou and The God know that

walk.

Nizelou prays often as she remembers how thankful she is to

even be apart of the life of elephants. Nizelou goes on her

short

walks. Chickens were clucking just outside her room on the

edge

of the palace quarters. There, yes-there Nizelou smiles at

the

fence that stood so proud in remembrance. It was a short

fence.

Nizelou went on counting each post in the fence. Each post

became a day. This is because she would remember her

father’s

stories. She would sit by one post a day and remember one

of

them. Each story was a post. Nizelou thought to herself,

“am I

ever going to get to the end of this fence, I feel like

life is a fence

and the elephants on the other side”. Nizelou’s voice from

her

father rang in her head like a chime, “patience my dear,

patience”.

Nizelou almost tripped and she felt a little lost. She

wanted to

draw something. She found a small crayon in her pocket and

drew a small smiley face on the ground. The crayon was only

a

centimeter small when she finished the smiley face. That is

because the crayon lost its substance in the physical form.

I am the writer of this book and the crayon

always lay in my heart.

Nizelou wished she still had the spices. She felt a desire

to

create something. She remembered her friend Butela. Butela

is a

girl. She is quite timid but she always liked to draw. One

day they

gathered around a fire. The sun shined like a silver moon

in the

peaceful night. This is because the clouds were blocking

the sun.

Only a glimpse of the sun was visible to see while Butela

and

Nizelou warmed their hands.

It was a purple dragon. It was also a happy drawing. Butela

never wanted to remind her parents of nonsense. Her parents

wouldn’t put up with it. Her parents would throw her

outside

when they would find her space giraffes.

The God understands.

He wants us to express our feelings. He doesn’t want us to

keep

them secret all of the time. Jesus shared his teachings

like we

should share our feelings.

Nizelou missed her friends. She hadn’t seen her in many

moons.

She wanted the sun to set. She prayed to The God that He

would give His blessings to Butela. Butela was 7 years old.

Butela sometimes had to fight for herself in school with

Nizelou.

One time, her teacher changed her seats because she was

always too busy talking with Nizelou. This frustrated the

two

friends. They soon got over their frustration and grew to

like their

teacher.

Nizelou thought about this for 10 minutes.

Nizelou said to herself, “I must fight on!”

She walked into the palace quarters and her father said,

“Nizelou

I don’t want you to fight” Her father smiled and chuckled.

He

said, “The Lord has been telling me things.”

Nizelou didn’t want her father to see her angry. She

remembered

how she slammed the door behind her. Nizelou just needs to

take sometime to relax.

Nizelou said to herself, “Sometimes fathers know best.”

Nizelou is overall a positive person. She loves Elephants

best of

all. She loves Yet To Be Found’s long eyelashes.

The next day her dad was in a different mood. He was full

of it.

He said proudly, “I am the greatest majesty that ever

stepped

foot on Elephant hill.”

Nizelou’s friend Butela told her that The God understands

us

when we are humble. Nizelou’s father shouldn’t just toot

his horn

like this.

Nizelou spent some time in solitude trying to think of how

to

approach her dad.

Nizelou cried for some time. She stood still. She stood

almost

motionless. She looked down at the ground. Then she

questioned herself, “Why shall I look down when the face of

love

is right in front of me?” She walked through the door into

her

father’s quarters. She humbly said, “I hope you love me.”

Her

father stuttered and then thought, why? The God went into

his

God and Nizelou’s father accepted His presence.

“Nizelou, I always love you and sorry for being arrogant.”

His

father said this with a smile.

Chapter 6 Nizelou’s Spiritual Brother

Nizelou wrote a note down thinking of a fun event.

1. A juggling elf

2. Frisbee golfing

3. Egg pudding

Nizelou wanted to plan an event. She wanted to surprise

Butela.

The God spoke to her the night she slept with sweet dreams.

Nizelou is friends with a tree. The tree says, “Come and

you

will see an angel!”

Nizelou hears this and smiles as she has done this before.

She goes closer to the tree and a male woodpecker flies to

the base of the tree. The tree says, “Don’t say anything.”

This

time, Nizelou forces herself not to laugh. Finally, she

starts

giggling. She takes off her shoes. While she’s barefoot,

she

stands on her tippy toes and reaches to the tree’s limb.

The

woodpecker flies to the limb while pecking at it and flies

to the

ground. The woodpecker hops over to Nizelou’s bare feet.

Then something very different began to happen.

The ground begins to shake.

The shaking finally stops.

Nizelou looks down and the woodpecker is nowhere to be

seen.

All of the sudden Nizelou starts to grow wings.

“My Spiritual Brother”, says Nizelou addressing the tree,

“Why

do you give me wings on this day?”

“The God and I know you love the Elephants Nizelou.” “We

have been meaning to show you this miracle of hope for a

long time.” “Now the time has come”.

Nizelou says while tears start streaming down her face,

“But

why? The Parachute Man took the Elephants on the

parachute so long ago...Yet to Be Found is now old... why

do

you do this to me?”

The Tree’s roots begin to come out of the ground and grab a

hold of Nizelou. Nizelou’s new wings start to flap and

flap.

Nizelou is frightened.

The tree screams, “Why don’t you trust me, now you will

have

the wrath of mother nature!”.

Nizelou began to pray. The God sent a real male angel from

heaven. The angel had a sword and sliced the roots off of

Nizelou.

The angel said with a smile, “The God tames mother nature

Nizelou, just as we have tamed the wild beasts to keep the

Elephants safe from harm. They miss you Nizelou. Come...

Yet to be Found has told me great things of his new home.

Nizelou smiled and flew off with the angel. They flew all

the

way to the Kingdom of the Elephants.

Nizelou walked with Yet to Be Found. They had a merry time

talking.

Nizelou told Yet to Be Found how she wanted to have a

daughter and have a happy home in the future.

Yet to Be Found smiled and said, “You will my old friend...

and

I will pray for you.”

Chapter 7 Nizelou’s Family

Nizelou was just a baby, her father thought.

12 years later...

Time and time again, she would roll on the floor. Nizelou

grew up

and had a child.

Bounce. Bounce. THUD. As a mother, Nizelou barely could

control her daughter’s rolling.

C was just a baby, her Mother thought.

2 years later.

C’s mother is Nizelou...Nizelou’s daughter is C.

As you might tell, many years have passed.

Three years later, C turned 5.

C had a huge vocabulary. She wanted to be an English

protégé.

C wrote a page in Kindergarten.

Hello my name is C.

C is just a letter, but it gets better! I grew up in a

palace until I

turned one.

My mother would hang me up on a tree. Remember my name is

C...

One day while I was hanging, an Elephant picked me up and

took me far away.

A broad-minded pilgrim picked me up from this Elephant and

taught me how to speak Elephant.

The teacher tore the page in half. It brought C to tears. C

just ran

home from the village school and cried to Nizelou.

NIzelou did not want C’s great mind to be chained to the

strict

school’s policies.

Nizelou set out on a journey with C.

And so the second part of the book begins...

Chapter 8 The Journey

Butela has a very wealthy family. Her father had a huge

estate

when he was growing up. He lived in a palace in the Far

East,

while Nizelou lived in the palace located in the Far West

in India.

Nizelou’s father did not grow up rich. He was actually

quite poor.

Nizelou’s father’s name is Frank Ford.

Nizelou’s last name is Ford.

Nizelou loves her father. They have a good relationship.

Nizelou started to dream about a happy time. No one else

understands this time, but Nizelou.

The day was cold and damp. There were dewdrops that were

dripping off of the palace gate. Nizelou gripped her

freezing

hands on the icy gate. She felt so good. She could take a

lot of

cold, as her father would march her in the snow in the

winter

months. Once, so her father wouldn’t get lost, she marked

the

trail and Frank Ford and Nizelou managed to get back safely

to

the warm Winter Palace.

Nizelou did not stay long at the Winter Palace, for it was

her

Grandfather’s palace. Greedy men eventually bought the

place

off. Thankfully, Nizelou’s smart and cunning father was

able to

keep his father’s sacred belongings.

So when Nizelou felt the cold gate with her frosty hands,

she

was able to scurry happily back into her father’s kingdom,

The

Palace. She opened her Grandfather’s chest. She was so

happy.

Chapter 9 The Journey in Africa

Nizelou decided to teach her daughter about the African

elephants.

Nizelou spoke with a subtle confidence that only her

daughter, C,

could pick up on.

“Africa is a big continent”, said Nizelou.

Nizelou was living in a damp environment in Congo, Africa

with

her daughter C. Nizelou moved away from India, where