It’s hard to ponder, hopeful days turned to fearful nights

Fears created by childish fantasies from stories told by those most trusted

What goes bump in the night is a reprieve, when real monsters stand before you

A childhood guarding doors from those who break the world

Littles protecting littles with plushy camouflage, silly to reminisce

Unseen innocence concealed under the refuge of best of friends

Hidden is the truth, right infront of everyone’s eyes

Left to the wolves who devour sanctuaries, spitting out the bones

Ghosts do not haunt, but are always a welcomed besiege during times of personal trials

Carried over from juvenility paving the future with doubt

Yet, here is the narrative of real monsters stalking not just the blackest of nights

But also the brightest of vulnerable days

My Abecedarian Shadow Poem

Autumn shadows are a welcomed refuge, early in season

But come late October shadows are avoided, and for good reasons

Cold winter days creep, making shadows much more chilling

Darkness falls earlier and shadows give in to white nights, unwilling

Eventually the bright white fades to dull grays and shadows freely rule

Fear not, the shadows reign is temporary, though at times they can be cruel

Gearing up for spring can be a battle, when shadows fight for life

Hope, like the sun, rises with every petals bloom, shadows become contrite

Irises, daffodils, tulips revel in the shadows of summer guarding against wilt

Jasmine and roses thrive in or out, shadows are without guilt

Kites fly high with color, casting funny shadows on the ground

Laughter from children fills the air when’s silly shadows bounce up and down

Matched are July afternoon shadows, with lovers for perfect picnics

Night hides the shadows, time to light the candles wick

Overexagerated shadows are cast, for dancing flames

Perfect waltzing shadows projecting playful games

Quickly befalls to the sandman, who the shadow will always obey

Running from your shadow is always a good time to play

Sleeping and dreaming or not, fun shadow play is fine, and too be honest, it’s about time

Time teases a shadow, for it’s a temporary thing

Unlike the Robin’s shadow, time flies with out wings

Vivid memories of summers welcomed shadows, once again falls to autumn

Winter will grant shadow filled skies, with leaves left at the bottom

Xanthein is no where to befound as cold winter shadows prevent color

Yellow, a color favorited among me, shadows not so much bother

Zero shadows on the brightest or dullest days, have no reason to begrudge

This is my first abecedarian shadow poem, so please be kind when it’s time to judge.

Weeds With Benefits




Harvesting the warmth of the sun

Oh how the supernatural has tried to irradicate this delicate species

Yet here you are…

on the last perverse nerve

Are you really?

Or simply a quiet casual salvation

A century or more has passed


Here you are

The dandelion

Here to save the world





With the love and protection of the sun

The dandelion

Just My….

The unconditional love of love is unconditional

A love so profound it defies the very laws of nature

Or does it?

Some are oblivious

For it is the beginning of all beauty that will be

It’s love of the rarest

It is the saving grace of all who suffer

It’s the power to prove humanity can be good

Should be good

Is meant to be good

It’s the tiny voice in the darkness when all is to be lost

A child

A mom

A God

It’s indescribable

It’s undeniable

It’s grace

It’s forgiveness

Single in the 80s

Seductive almond brown eyes, and high cheek bones complementing heart-shaped lips makes a smile even more captivating when stalking prey

Oh, to be on the hunt, groomed for life’s experiences!

The beautiful art of, well life

To be what everyone wants you to be, to do whatever you want to do

But what else could have been expected of those lessons that lasted a decade

Sitting in the warmth of the sun, your thin purple dress flows in the breeze exposing perfect white skin, driving all of them crazy

Between two perfectly polished red nails, lies an unlite cigarette waiting for it’s mark

Of course they hurriedly scatter and scurry to be the one who gets there first

To be the one who plays today, loves tonight, and tries to leave tomorrow

Can’t you see?

It’s beauty, intelligence, fun, excitment!

It’s living

Life in practice, though not practical when convincing all to be part of this inevitable invasion of encounters

Short-term as it may be, it’s seemless and easy and would never take its toll with blackened eyes or broken bones.

Being the best version of you, as long as it’s what everyone else wants you to be and to do whatever you want to do