Ayin

There are Needles in my fingers
They point to all that lingers
A Menagerie of sound
Like threads that are bound
And Whispers that are kept
From the tears that were wept
Swiped from the Mind that was kept
Upon the Ayin that was Deft

Sarah's Birthday Poem

Where is the Mermaid as she floats away
Not on the surface but in the midst of the ocean spray
Her tail makes soft hums for her to sing with
And the Sea Horses strum on her flowing hair
Entranced by the Whoomph of the wind
Translucently she will blend
It matters not the ending
For the Ocean is always bending

Rebirth

The sand is called back to the Ocean 

Memories are called forward and put back 

Care is given in fleeting glimpses 

Out of pain comes necessity 

Joy is brought to those who are willing to receive it

Unbelieveable

unbelievable that there are so many slivers

at one small point there could be multiple cracks

beauty is hard to find until you can look directly in the center

with shattered eyes that link back to your soul

Ella

a kind of special hair curled to the side

waiting to poke at the pot

adopted by the whispers of floating promises

Rick

Channeling Ghandi in the pot of pigs feet

sweet Jesus I praise your long locks

I offer my soul and heart to the world 

bless the children and commence in your study

Brian

unconscious frustration of conscience desires 

gladly surmising the whims of the cat 

making the katsup swim in a pool of sea salt

ARI

blackened chicken over the milk of the spit

taking off the wig I color my brow

can i look in the mirror at my red headed twin

I blow her a kiss and she gives me a wink

Glass

graffitied on a hollow mind
non reality conformist to societies
grid calm and loving to the hatred of racial slurs
unprovoked and living in the time of the atoms

Beauty

Correlated events like segments of a movie played on pause for viewing
Important moments the significance of the act or a black and white hard copy
Documentation of the purpose posing as truths with no separation between right
and wrong floating like the airlessness of clouds to propose one proof of being