IMO Proper

Eighteen years of canvas written in block lettering and signed with a loving soul.

Thirty-one years of memories outstanding, wishing on a star.

A lifetime of achievement, wrapped in Krylon colors and salted tears.

Artistically unique yet widely unknown, his story had only just begun.

So many contemplations of what could have been - had he lived.

More than a bland memory, Proper lives in the hearts of all whom he had known

Inspiring each one that came after him, to reach a little higher - just a little more.

Thank you for blessing my life with yours.

Your memories never fade.

Evolution

 Deep behind passionate servitude she resides

A soul with hopes and dreams that hide to survive.

Catering to the needs of the greater community

Teaching how nature provides enough for both you and me.

Determination begins where empty confidence ends

No need to prove anything to enemies or friends.

Just keep pushing forward and do it with cause

Never mind useless chatter - they're already lost.

Human capital is where industrialism fell short

It failed to see humans as but a last and final resort.

Now the workforce is empty and business runs dry.

Perhaps they should have valued the actual human inside.

The people are marching to a very different beat.

Urbanites want gardens, not cement-lined streets.

Free market economy is where the center of wealth grows.

If you don't know about it, ask someone who knows.

Koki Horizon

Scattered nuances of a sunlit horizon

Iwa birds circling above in a dance made for rain

'Opihi wait by the shore, another day to ponder life

Waves softly caressing against the tall black surface

Falling gently, falling gently. 

As early morning sonnets fill the air

Clouds drift above in the clear blue sky

Gathering in the mountains to determine the day

Will it rain? Oh will it rain?