The Flame

This was inspired from reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I’m still on the first book but so far I highly recommend it…

I don’t want to know
what tomorrow brings -
the thought keeps me
from breathing;
I carry my torch beneath my skin
so the light will never show,
If the flames betray
and give me away
then I’ll burn warm as winter
and cloak myself in icy white
like a forest full of snow.

I’m sailing on a sea of storms
I’m not allowed to drown in
I’m looking through a mask of tears
that aren’t allowed to flow
so I’ll put on my bravest smile
then they can never touch me
cause the final price -
my sacrifice -
is all part of the show.

Rumour

Each time I let my voice go
it creates ripples
from my sea to your shore…

Ooh…

I think I just found some ideas for Christmas presents this year…

http://condo-blues.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-homemade-sugar-scrubs-that-go-from.html

Scrollwork Wedding cake

and grooms cake designed in the shape of a beaker for the groom – a chemist.

Fireworks!

…courtesy of Mother Nature…

Broad Stripes and Bright Stars

“Those who would sacrifice liberty for security deserve neither.” – Benjamin Franklin

Hopefully there will again come a time when we can return to the dream of the founding fathers and stop allowing the events of the recent past to poison our culture…our way of life…

Happy Independence Day..

A rosebud’s soliloquy

If I didn’t live
behind a wall of stone
maybe you could touch me..

If I didn’t evaporate
like rain in the dust
maybe you could see me..

If I didn’t whisper
against the wind
maybe you could hear me..

…but in a world full of candles
I have learned how
to burn the smallest flame…

Repose

I’ve been gone for so long
I’ve almost forgotten the rhythm
but I still embrace it
with the poet’s soul….

I think about you
when I hear something worthwhile
and from the edge of this universe
sometimes I smile
Then I am here
laid bare in repose
a poorly made canvas full of
razorblade cracks
and tiny blue flowers
with the roots exposed..

I can’t help it..

…I have a special place in my heart for Steve Martin and his completely deadpan sense of humor…

Now that it’s June…

…a belated Happy Mothers Day courtesy of Mother Nature herself..

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