scented familiar ideas
roam ahead to fast
wee one grows away
bound by blood, this trail flows
to find your way back
but, find it, you will
are seeking beautiful you
times two these souls
time infinite
these spirits
whilst here, take my hand
lighted passage to growth
love you infinite
love you both
all
tend weary minds
with balms of ages
trespass nowhere
only see, experience
universe connections
cells divided
to make one from us all
you inside me, and me you
evermore
rejoice freedom
shattered binds
fear where you must and build


nene

Avenues of expectations
remain wide open
who walks this shadowed path
dares step into another
a life with many houses
rooms within walls
open doors, and closed
those
keys in hand by
won riddles
honored beast yells loudest
without honor, shrunken head
remain here awhile
story ends at ends
then, ahead...
revolvers tales
chambers loaded
chink in armor, facade
glass castle built
screams shattered souls
yet, tiny stone
brought it down
integrity, its name
step into the shadows, here
and, walk among the lives
of onlookers blank faces
then,
one with eyes, and smile...


Nene

sweet muted patter
nature babes are thirsty
jagged teeth
not dulled by time
bite through and through
cells infinite
worlds upon pins
carry ALL

dampened hindsight
fore gelled in time
illussional thought
allussional walk
in muddied puddles
to sink, consume, swallow
yet, call it cyclone
cycles, rotating orbits

this flow catches
then, flow not, yes?
capturing memories snatches
like wicked spilled words
thought shreds
grating to marrow cores
repeated again, always
all colors melt
to gray


nene

Silent Dance With Charlie Chaplin

She was 13
majick number
freedom to Be
hair flying in hot dry air
and companion best
freinds on quest
pedals blurred as we rode
dusty twi lane
green and yellow grass, weeds
to left creekbed
babbling happily
to right mountainside
deep shaded pines
dappled ray floor, and needles
and just there
a forgotten moment
past-time dwelling left alone
skidded stops, we climbed
smells rich earth, deep, damp
whirring cicadas
and, before us staring
no saddened face, no forelorn feel
but age and age, steady still
built into majestic hillside
grey lined timbers, stacked
insulate mudpack...
black glassless windows, two
and welcome, no door
Step over the light/dark line
total blindness, a minute
then, into few a story
she felt along the wall ahead
paper wisps into hand
and a beautiful face, faded...
partial story of long ago
yet, history she held
then came alive
this man in picture!
Chaplin by type
and, on slippery earth flower, we danced
no speaking, no need
but, neither were we grand! oh, no
that brief moment taken back
in time, in mind
stays with her still
and, she ran her hand along the wall...

nene

What She Deserves


Waken caos
red flashes blue
strobe light blinding
running down the hallway
the girl follows
stomach tight as rock
long, slow walk it seemed
finally entering the room
see Mother lifeless
Surely just sleeping!
men jostling and urgent
bedroom light to bright
what....what!
she finds herself next moment
upon the bed
holding Mom
Mr.Ambulance said,"Hon, hold this..."
faded words, echo, echo
your making my mom sick!
"no, hon...wa wa wa..."
daddy, where's...?
red rage face, spit flying
"She gets what she deserves. Stupid *****!"
holding Mom...come back, kay?
gagging from vomit smells
the girl hold a bowl for Mom
daddy yelling
Mr. Ambulance tell his number two
"stand over there...bottle of pills..."
the girls eyes see it
she cannot stop gagging. too much
she runs out
Mr.Ambulance in the truck after Mom is gone
"hon, are there freinds...?"
she cannot stay. daddy is mean. Mom doesn't know.
never will maybe
this is when her life ends for he first time
the world holds new meaning
chains, bars
fists, blows
lifetime...

Nene

As flow goes ever ahead
stories come and go
all part and parcel
to a whole being, one
layered skin, and life
built of tapestries
light and dark
stitching hues among tints

feather touched souls
calamity reverbs to silence
and the hammer falls
to void
enveloped muted accusations
hither and yon
blankets children
creating expected response

nene

The tote

inside this thing
is one life
family shunned
children
times wandered
and standing still

inside this thing
is many lives
new creations
revelations
and pure being
life lessons

Inside this thing
is me
is you
is ALL

Inside this tote
this walking sleeping
feeling, living, loving
thing

this tote
called skin
baggage
human being...

nene

it's all a blur
rushing past the window
myriads of colour
tens of thousands
shades of life and death
the drive was long
the journey slow
she stepped upon speedway
forgotten treasures
landmarks stamped in evermore
without pipoints and names
what make of these speeding
visages, rushing now, behind
stop an instant, clarity
quicken, and mosaic blended
sites become mixtures of All
hand out the window
and try to grasp, or
just run fingers through life
at velocity
so
all this blur, and bleeding together
an intense rush of acceleration
to touch everything at once!
life can be exquisite
and profound beyond
the mere site of matter...

nene

timing by heart
a timelessness too vast
while the sphere rotates
we catch up with each other
a time before, share minds
a time after, share spirit
then, hearts see
in each other, time for them
to beat each second
a second hand
to soar each minute
minute dance timeless music


nene

a secret kept in fear
tells more of you
and, makes a dirty shame
of her
no fairness cruel and wrong
be beaten down in heart and soul
and stay with familiarity
or open doors to what we all have
to share and create more
she will not stand for being shamed
into silence
chained in frames
no violence, or harm
will she wish on any
yet, angry, and human is she
who waits again
while he asks of this
to play a comfort song
a lifetime spent
on facades and fronts
while pushed underwater
convenience to others
this will stop
it must

nene

what happens is life
regardless of strength to overcome
the fight becomes unwanted
as there will be no promises
pain becomes the pusher
choose what the ease will be
as easiest isn't always the call
to arms against so many

struggles too many
and weep at forceful vengeance
the trick to have more eyes
when gouged out
few still remain
seeds to start all over
our hearts do what they will

mind scrambled, seering hatred
and, bruised we run
once damage is complete
what left to ruin
but the ruined
and trackless feet
make not roads

nene

how far is heaven?
millenium galaxies sprinkled
amongst twighlight beings
lifetimes, and ages ago
leap to black holes
through tunnels and milky ways...
or
is it nearby
a mere breath, scent
flavour of ambrosia
is it waking
everyday?
is it in the eyes of the just
and sweet?
and subtle shadows of the dark
enriching hues and tints
to leap forward
toward us, while we
travel through it's essence
is it a trip through hell?
or, many trips
leaving sooty trails
of stories...

nene

Ready, true
fire and aim
metal of spirit
an extension of arms
armoured vulnerability
common people, all
hail to the kingly one
and rain the parade
out
of thrones made of matchsticks
cards, drawn
and full house reins
universal picture
a moments shutter click
and rigger happy small ones
aim for the knees
while bent in awe
face down
looking at us all
soiled

nene

dirty knees...

mud pies, and sandcastles
build within the mind
made from beautiful minds
young, visionaries of future

fingernails dig
snuck by Mom scrub brushes
wanna carry the fun inside
who thinks of such, when creating

turtle in the sky
carries world upon worlds
and floats solid
girth and birth

water covers face
muted sounds
and the earths heartbeat
rushes through our heads...

nene

within the struggle
others get caught
inside my minds web
I release you
and beg pardon
intentions not black
or read with savage heart

this day it covered
with new understanding
and shared experience
world wide
I embrace it all
as my lessons come to fore
and, past becomes understanding

love and light
I send wide open
and cover your pain
darkness is seen
for the light shining far
and nearness reaching
I lend you my hand

hold your heart
and it beats still
weather chambered by you
or, another
true intent becomes murky
with misunderstanding
effort to know you worthwhile

worth is a birthright
and self is yours
yet, our spirits share
the threads of humanity
that can heal the bruised soul
from here to you
sent true, and strong

this day of understanding...

nene

seeing beyond the type
of personal flaws
becoming aware of deep
settled traumas of more
touchy subjects
scream with horror
and, the hammer falls
whom casts stones
an arms throw away
will be an extension of
the stone is you
rock, mortar, sweat
building walls
like castle-keeps
to unburden your light
and thoughts
darkness dwells
lives well, and within
build your prison
trapped inside your own darkness
become weakened by
yourself...


nene

oh, wicked weaver
spin us a tale
puppet masters design
and yank rubber limbs
jagged line walkers
drunken wanders
on stiff boards
in wake of milleniums
put us in future
see with eyelids peeled
like grapes of wrath
mistaken pity for foes
done deeds
self fulfillment
prophets falsely accuse
by thier own shame and mud
slingshots stretch
and rebound the weaver
knotted in grit
of discontented ego

nene

my gramma...

...and, I remember when she looked in my eyes
ages old, and memories flying away
into the places she is going
the blue of her eyes so clear, knowing
that moment of transition
all doors open, the depth of her spirit
peircing joy into my soul
she had met the end of this pathway
had met it well, and thoroughly
and, as she shared that purity with me
I knew more love than this time could carry
and it rocked my soul and mind...

nene

Seems just yesterday
separate journeys taken
Kindred child, son
and daughter followed

Darkness became our blanket
to touch, a necessity
cast to unknown the three
children, and myself

Holding onto love
frantic calls, winter screaming winds
and terror etched
our memories wasted

Familiar faces
masks of the inhumane
swallowing the crumbs we became
wretched beings, these

In hiding, females
in torture, my offspring son
and, throughout all
a thread...

This thing a bond
unable to erase
by selfish deeds
did carry us through

This year, we will
This year, we are
Now, scarred by hatred, and woe
This year, we Live


Nene

about this time
twelve months past
the steps cold
future bleak
and, love always there

she sought among stars
frozen chips in the universe
sending light to share
meeting minds
and, love always there

breath hovered
'round her head
each plume melding, curling
then disappearing ether
and, love always there

she flew among planets
stillness became comfort
blanket of peace
for that time
and, love always there

purpose blinding
she carried her burden
fell asleep for the night
awoke to newness of self
and, love always there

to now seemed a dream
or, a century gone
not all can be held at once
snippets of life scattered
and, love always here


Nene