giggles thanks you much I'm getting sleepy all ready, yawn. giggles

I love your pics Mirrormirror and Darkowl1, I miss u, huggles and snuggles to my friends

Thank you sweetypie, hugs

I got all red for ya'll. Hugs and snugs Nica, stay warm.

Hello, happy holidays, welcome. Hugs and smiles

Desert Fires

Sometimes the sun burns like fools gold
Between my fingers in the late afternoon.

I hear the winds blow songs from the old ways
And whisper hidden meanings
Bringing to life the writings in the rustling leaves
Who speak poetry and verse
Song and lullabies,
Chants and false rumors
Of a warm day.

Walking down the street
I smell the fireplaces burning
As the night spreads her velvet clothe over head
While I take deep breathes of crisp air
And imagine an old woman
Sitting by a fire wrapped in a small blanket
Remembering the old man who used to sit beside her
And sometimes remembering nothing at all,
Except how cold it is
And how it has always been cold
Since the day her dreams fell away.
And I smell the pine burning
And I hear the wails of the crying woman
On the midnight frosty breeze
And I remember how lonely New Mexico feels
And how even the hills cry until they are dry
And how the desert seems to die on the surface
But always seems to survive,
And I often hope like I am a desert
And plead with heavens that I will survive
Another dream buried alive.

By Veronica Garcia 02-14-06
From Under the Yucca

Thanks for your comment, stay warm and toasty, smiles

cool, thanks for your comment, stay warm

That's great you had fun, drink plenty of hot drinks and keep your throat warm, hope you get better soon. warm hugs and blessings, Nica

The sun looks like marmalade smeared

on the window

but it looks like that everyday

here in the sunrise mental health unit

coffee is going fast

another pot please nurse

more nervous chatter,

too much noise now,

someone is yelling profanities,

another pill please Mr. Green,

that's what I call the cheeky pill pusher,

I call him Mr. Blue on thursdays,

he looks like a patient than in dark blue scrubs,

I think he should be one

as unusual as his disposition is sometimes,

a joke, not a joke, sometimes just a poke in the arm

its all the same

another drug another day,

I'm gonna fly away cause I believe I can fly,

but I don't tell the nurse that,

I will get to stay here longer if I do,

after all, only birds have the right of way,

so I'll go down in the yard

let the wind whip me up,

as the smokers smoke their rolled ones

borrowed ones

and newspaper toxic ones,

and we will let our brains fly out of our nostrils

like devils on the tongue on the breath of mankind

we know who we are,

seems we are feeding on the leftovers,

hope I don't turn into an energy vampire,

I wanna go down to the yard now

Sophe is asking too many questions,

and the Wild one is trying to hug me again

I think maybe I'll go to bed

dreams are safer,

its waking up and wanting to

that is hard to do.

By Veronica Garcia 12-12-08
From the Pathos Collection

Thank you and good afternoon

Winter Rose

Winter whims are calling
But I am dreaming of his face
Will he smile
Will he embrace?
Winter whims are calling
I will not give into the ebony cold night
For even winter roses must find the fight.

Though silence keeps me so bound
Like a tendril drowned in misery
I know I am loved
Yet tonight, I feel the world closing in on me
Like the last rays of sunshine being snuffed out
By the old hand of cracking life

So where do I start
Except a place I can be understood,
In word,
In deed,
In thought,
Within me.

So is home, home, or someone else’s tome,
Share a thistle thorny word
I’m off to catch that morning warm bird
He seems to tell me everything
I think his name is sing,

Sing me a lullaby
Blooming days
I want to walk in winter lands
Where bears lurk behind bushes
Where children used to play,
I want to see the robin red breasted
And the geese flying over head.

I want to see your face tonight
Lying with me
In bed,
But I know this is a foolish thought
For that would be a sin
I don’t even know your name yet,
Such frivolous ideas
Such false ideals of sin,
So now I back away from lies
For I am only lying to myself
If I took a lover up
He would be miserable for sure
So until the night when I can sleep
In peace with him by my side
I’ll let the winter snow fall
Until the chill can slide
Down the walls I put up.

By Veronica Garcia 12-15-08

Tiptoeing to the door on a cold linoleum floor she slowly slid up to the peephole in her door and looked out onto her front pourch. She sighed deeply, it was Mark McGregor, her next door neighbor who had just moved into the house next door. He was probably here to ask about the power outage.
Winter always brought them on in this area of the mountains in Quebec. He had a nice accent, like whiskey and smooth lover, but he was too slick for her taste so most of the time she ignored his good morns and sweetest evens.

LOL yup, she was a smokin, LOL sometimes people lost their cigarette breaks, it happens when you talk back to the nurse, LOL

giggles, glad you liked this one too, LOL

giggles, thank you much much, stay warm

thank you much much,

Thank you thank you,

thank you so much, and a SUPERHUG to you too!

and than you too, smiles and warm blessings