The Last Book

The train named elevation is leaving the station

so give me your fixation, I'll manifest a revelation

A little inspiration, creates a conversation

locomotive beat center situation


The thought so  sharp, a minor laceration

the pain feels good, so I give it adulation


When negativity finds you, resist escalation.

If you want to run fast, control acceleration

brakes get real warm , glowing red,

it's only dissipation....

of the heat we create, when we recreate creation


The healing we share is my favorite radiation

so perfect requires minor calibration.

When we are done, I have the cutest abrasions

What my Irish Mind Sees

Here it is, another St. Patrick's Day, another lovely Irish holiday
I was raised Irish Catholic, I came up that way.
Love of song, work, and the land,
the type of work that's hard, that you do with your hands.

The warriors from pagan times, the limericks with their dirty rhymes.
Being Irish suits me just fine. I actually prefer beer to wine.

My Father loved to hunt, and work and fish
I wish I knew for what he wished
He never wanted to tell me, when we fished

Shape shifting myths about warriors of old
Fine Celtic stories, to my own children I've told.

Green is a color, that suits my eye,
Orange, is a mood, I like in my eye
The white of unity, is for us to try.
To achieve more unity, every day
To love each other, THE ONLY RIGHT WAY!