is this a dream

Is this a 

Dream

Is dream

This 

A

This a dream

Is

Is a dream

This is 

Dream this

Is

A

This a dream

Is a

Dream is this

A dream

This is a dream

Marriage

it will take you apart

it will break you down, building you up

and you create something new

two beings, independent

strong, full of gusto

eyes wide and willing to take

a risk, the grandest

and most wonderful of all

choices, a decision to jump

to fly, maybe fall

and yet...

Where once there were two

something more, something grand

they find a road to walk

only they know, alone and together

they build a home, make a place

and

if by chance they are mighty

in spirit, in will...

Where once there was less, or none

two become one

two become one, you see

two become we

why does a child's skin color matter?

Why does a child's skins color matter when they laugh

A mother's when she cries

A father's when he protects his family

A grandfather's when he shares wisdom

A grandmother's when she wants to keep you fed

And warm

Remember we are all children of this grand adventure

Love has no name, creed or religion

Hope is not only for those with means

It is the thread that binds us all together

As one hand holds another

We walk along

Always searching for a place to rest our hearts

Some place warm and inviting

With cherished voices filled only with compassion

And a hug to ease the pain

Life is so very long, and over in an instant

All that lives beyond our place on this planet

Is the times we have shared 

And those we have touched with our kind words

So I beg you to take a look around

You are surrounded by beauty and wonder

Let it flow through you

Like water

And let go of this hate, that you may swim

In the oceans of laughter and not drown

In the hopelessness of inner turmoil

I love you all and I will love you always

For I am forever reminded that we are all human

And we all have humanity

Scent of Memory

Nostalgia 

is the most powerful of all drugs

It will bring you back to

the place of your most intense joy, 

and tare you away 

in the same instant leaving you 

tear soaked and broken

How I hate it so

and long for it always

A prisoner of hindsight 

Nostalgia is the God of lost moments 

It holds the keys 

To all the doors 

forever locked by time 

So we spy through the keyhole 

Longing for answers about why

Nostalgia is love 

It is the only tangible way to relive

the moments, the never ending 

Oceans of joy, that we once swam in

And now can only hope for a glimpse 

If only in tiny, bittersweet doses

Of the times we were better 

That we can never live again