Far removed we were and dancing on stones Days of the gods and goddesses took us to where we are A pen on paper a long walk home hugs last forever never coming undone in the mind from the soul We trudged on sometimes slipping on stones one falling off the rest left wailing but carry on we did All you poets never forgotten All you friends you are love.
Written as an ode to a group of friends who
not only helped make high school more bearable
but also cultivated our creative endeavors together.
Twenty-five years later I will never forget
what they meant to me and still do.
Carpe diem G.O.D.S.
Busted Flip Flops 
You woke the sleeping poet and artist that as inside me. This was the greatest gift I have ever been given. You gave my writing encouragement and support, You started the fire in my heart and soul that I will always nurture and care for to keep burning bright! In my mind I can hear the exit music clear as a bell…. Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on…
… And these children
that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations.
They’re quite aware
of what they’re going through…” Bowie~
All of my love and my fellowship, all of my hearts expressions
The circle remains unbroken