The accountant said, you need pencil and paper
For calculations reaching more then three digits.
Could do it in your head
But errors may occur,
So watch the numbers.
Perhaps a calculator would do the trick
But why rely on a device
We can do ourselves. It’s easy math.
Scratch out numbers, add them together
Get something new.
Another set multiply, check again is it right?
Numbers running through pages and pages.
Here we need to subtract
This item we bought last month;
Hanging on a wall watching
As we walk through the calculations.
Making sure books are right
No room for error
Tax day will be coming soon.
We should be prepare with correct figures.
Hopefully would be enough
To keep in the black again for another year.
Like eagle wings my love soars high in sky.
What love is this now, which enters my soul,
Will not sit idle watching it fly by
Should I pursue what would make my soul whole?
So new that I have never seen before.
Like a cloud I float high above the sky,
In a dreamy world of love I look for
Answers in my beating heart I ask why.
Finally will she be the one for me
Which sent my lonely soul soaring so high
Or will she stab, watching me fall to sea
Torn, broken heart shattered as she stands by.
No, She is the one we are intertwined
Our love will glide through with the flowing wind.
Buds open from sun
Radiating to dazzling
Flower opens with their
Petals dipped in bright color
Welcoming the day.
Roses like satin
Feel like silk between fingers
As its cut from ground.
Flowers wave in the
Meadow of watercolor
Upon grassy hill.
Tiny seed breaths life
To radiating, stunning
Each time you wander outside into nature’s backyard
Bringing your camera and gear;
trudging along until you see it.
Hits you in the face,
You bring the camera up
snapping away as you take photos,
and still more,
knowing one of these will speak for itself.
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will get that perfect shot.
The teal golf shirt rustles
on a hanger inside the closet, stretched out.
I thought about wearing it,
matching it with a pair of jeans,
just to wear it out on the town again
even if was worn, stretch and old
from many times wearing something I loved to wear.
Fear, lock me in your grip;
reaches me with cold hands
Twisting my heart
Like ringing cold, wet cloth;
Tearing my soul;
Hiding underneath a dark veil
It appears lost in the void
Of nothingness of the unknown.
Sprinkles. Jelly beans. Skittles.
Bouquet of flowers. Bag of gemstones.
Eating candy hearts on Valentine’s Day.
Box of crayons. Paint chips. Walls marked up from drawing.
Palette swatches. Adobe Kuler. Play-doh. Watercolors.
Wrappers from Halloween candy. Christmas tree filled with ornaments.
Lego blocks. Kiddy rings. Box of buttons. My room.
Book of construction paper. Stacked books.
Bands on a girls braces from middle school.
The horse of a different color from Wizard of OZ.
Tropical fish. Painted bunting. Macaw Parrot talking.
Chameleons blending in surroundings.
Spectrum of light. Light through prisms.
Tie dye shirts from Seventies. Clothes. Reusable bags.
Yards of yarn. Phone protection covers.
Paintings. Wall decor.