Nobody’s Perfect

 

stranger to the human race

I'm always losing face

I’m baser than the base

a disgrace to be erased

Rhymes Mine Minds

while playing around

with similar sounds

connections astound:

words sing from sounds

like funny clowns

bound to profound

Forgive Me For Not Knowing Who I’m Growing

it’s so nice not to

have to be   

                  more than me

                                         while

I grow

            like a tree                              

Sweet Beat

sensations moving

through

               dance time’s pressure to do

into grace’s pace

The Art Of Heart

when I feel ground

through sole and crown

and breathe air deep

down through my seat

firelight that dwells

in all my cells

nurturing me

expand freely

feel

       heart fully 

love

        artfully

Such Touch

song-coos

                  like haikus

treasure body

                       mind

                                pleasures

right now

                forever 

Fancy Meeting Here

Chagall paints us true

floating into each other

we grow

               beauty

                   full