Later Works - Since Cambridge

Maybe

Starring blankly
I lose faith
Washed away my beliefs
Washed away my dreams
Running away with hope
Left alone with fear

A trial? I ask
Looking to the sky
No answer, no surprise
Maybe I'm wrong I thought
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe there is no fate

No destiny to guide us
We just drift
Living, working, breeding
Dying
And hopefully loving
That is the mystery

That is the key
Hoarding the love
What else on Earth
Is as satisfying
But that is what they say
Because I don't know

Maybe I'll never know
Maybe I'm dying
Young, healthy and dying
Maybe.... maybe
All life is maybe
Maybe.




Playing with Fire

Water like cotton
Fluffy and white
Plays games with fire

Shadow puppets
Dance upon the ground
Muting color by shades

White turns gray
Breath stirs death
Filling the air with life

Heavy and charcol
Breath is gust
Water reshapes densly

Pulled down by gravity
Warped to a kiss
Spreading moisture to earth

Filling clear pools
Waiting for change
Racing to the fire

Water like cotton
Fluffy and white
Playing games with its maker



Waning want of Life

My head is feeling dizzy
A murmur sparks my ears
emotion wells inside me
I wrestle with my fears

I'm in another world
A place all my own
A setting my mind created
Where my soul is all alone

Here none can reach me
But they never try
To pull me from my sadness
And free my soul to fly

But here I can fly
I can do most anything
Unfortunately I stay here
And forget my true being

I am not afraid of others
I am not afraid of strife
I am just afraid of myself
And the waning want of life



Petals

Petals, pink petals
Drifting down the river
Petals, float petals
On the water's surface

Petals, silky petals
Gliding on the {wind} breeze
Petals, drift petals
On the world's breath

Petals, delicate petals
Resting on the ground
Petals, stay petals
On the spot you fell



Sirens

The ocean pounds with a constant rhythm
Crash, Crash, Crash
I beckons my soul, "come to me."
Is it a siren's song?
Do I fear for my life?
"Come to me, I can't hurt you."

I must be mad, I start to walk.
"I need you, you are my child."
No it is a trick, but I walk still.
Into the ocean I walk
Until I can't breathe, but I do not die.
"You are my child."
Sings the ocean so sweetly.
"Serve me and you shall
know life and love."

"No!" my senses come to me.
"No, you can't have me!"
I struggle against the ocean
But alas it is too late
And I knew life,
Love.



Beach

Shells, rocks on the beach
hermit crabs and sand
salty water waving to the sun
hide rocks at high tide

Blue ocean, reflecting sky
fluffy clouds and salt air
brown pelicans flying in a row
foamy water at the shore

Dark skies, clouds out at sea
lightning flashes and rain
bronzed bathers scurry to their cars
heavy sheets have found the beach

Clear skies, sun is setting
empty beach and water
orange light fills the sky
and I am at peace upon the beach

Cambridge Works - Summer 1996

Weakness

No one likes weakness
within themselves or others
They have no patience
To help their weaker brothers

The thought of it repells them
but they will soon find
That everyone has weakness
in body, soul and mind

And so its wise to accept it
accept the things that be
because those without weakness
existing, can never be

It takes many years to realize
that weakness makes us strong
and therein lies our uniqueness
and the things that make us belong




The Raft of Silence

My thoughts flow freely
Darting to and fro
My head is pounding
It is afraid to know

Ignorance is wonderful
not knowing you can't belong
but as you live life
You hear this unwanting song

Whatever can I do
Wherever shall I go
Is utopia near
or is it never so?

So I will float
on a forgotten raft
Until I find a place
where at you, none will laugh

Until I find this place
I guess I'm on my own
To float along in silence
with pain I've never known




Masks

Porcelin white faces
frozen, frozen, frozen
Icy features, cold stares

The cold hits my soul
cooling, cooling, cooling
Its heat escapes

I try to stop it
freezing, freezing, freezing
The faces suck away my life

I am losing the fight
Frozen, frozen, frozen
I am like them...




Beauty in the Wind

The rustling of leaves
A chill upon my skin
the flowers are in bloom
and tossed about by wind

I have often had to wonder
Has the beauty so soon gone?
Is it just a fleeting moment
In the sweet refrain of song?

But here are bricks of red
the grasses are bright green
Is this just seasonal
or a yearlong wonderful dream

No the beauty here changes
and is replaced with white snow
a three inch thick blanket
where flowers cannot grow

We often take for granted
those things we hold most dear
but this will be in my memories
year after year after year



M. C.

Today.
Today is...
Today is the day I won't forget.
No.
No, I won't forget.
Oh Margret Cripp,
Your Eighty-one years
Seem so short.
But I sit on your bench,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming of your life.
Was it good?
Did it end well?
Yes, yes.
It is past.



Cedar Tree

I was walking through the forest
When I came upon a cedar tree
And underneath the cedar tree
I found a picture of thee

It was inside a locket
and you must have dropped it
while sitting 'neath the cedar tree

sitting 'neath the cedar tree
I sat, dreaming of thee

Sitting 'neath the cedar tree.



Elsie May Kidman

Elsie May Kidman
Lived a long life
Ninety-seven years
but oh so much strife

What must it have been
to raise the boys to men
to see so many things
to dream so many dreams

In your garden I now sit
for it is more yours than mine
And I look at your life
To see what I may find

But I am so very lost today
I have gone far astray
maybe you have seen
What the questions mean

And maybe you have answers
Of which I've over looked
I tried so hard to find them
but my time is over-booked

So if you want to share
I will always be here
to listen to your stories
That can never bore me

Early Works - Before 1996

Senses

In my mind's eyes
I see people
They all scurry
No rest is forthcoming

In my mind's ears
I hear talking
All words blend
No understanding can come

In my mind's nose
I smell perfume
Many different fragrances
No smell is dominant

In my mind's reality
people all care
care for one another
No matter who they're

I open my eyes
My mind has lied.




Power

The whipping wind stings
my rosy cheeks.
It coolness steals
the earth's heat
it is powerful
beyond compare
It is unrelenting
so beware.

It speeds along
the barren land.
An undeniable force
none can withstand
If you harness it
strength you shall have
But its power
is difficult to grab.

Many have tried
with boat or mill.
But its true power
remains still.
It has the power
we cannot see.
It has the power
to roam free.

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