INTO THE PHONIX RISE

Fade into its eyes the possibility of second sight

Wings eclipse the night moon, taking on the winds of devastion

Standing on the prediapise of the abyss of our souls we stand in doubt, we stand in shame there is something here that stands in one

Self conscience of true meaning there is something that our minds are telling us---a storm is coming on the horizon a strange taste of the unknown.

In this truth we watch and wait like death on the night

The phoenix opens its eyes to see the forshadowing of events.

The gold, blue tints of its scrutiny is everlasting----forever

We are childern to it, the fevor that burns so brightly consumes it turning it to ash,and from the ashes it is reborn, becoming somewhat different and yet the same

arise phoenix, the stranger is in town and like the wind of destruction it knows our name.

CAK 1/2008

This was written for my mom 5 months before she died

I have been thinking a lot about her lately

I took care of her for 20 years , she was bi=polar, she died of cancer which was very quick

someone on tuesday asked me a question how does your family or what does your family think about you. I really did not have a reply. but my mom thought i was a good daughter.but she did always think i was up to something and i think he was right about what i project out is was i want people to see he read me very well most people can't . I kind of liked it

so to my mom I MISS YOU

1/20/1949---5/31/2008