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applaud yourself for living
while the left brain
keeps the secret
from the right
that your only comfort for the day
had been in thoughts of some...acide
now your applause is nothing
hitting nothing
in the dark

Imaginary Imagery

Imaginary Imagery

Continue to bask
in your lovely imagery
why delve in misery

There is nothing beyond what is here
the distant horizon
but live in hopes to have children in heaven
all is your own imagination

This young bard
says no more
than what one ought to know

Life is here only
all else is just
illusive and imaginary
Time pass if you will

Who am I to in you, knowledge instil
'tis thy own will

The Columns

I’ve been shooting at stars

in lazy floods

all day in this Rapture

hoping I strike a piece

of you so it will fall in toy diamond,

citrate frost, something I can chew on.

Your braided dream lilies looped

together with dowsing rods crafted

by an alchemist in a deleted scene

from a shelved noir.

For this space ordained

you, this panel graffiti in obsidian marker,

the confessional alarm

in your belly button,

and your bitten lilypad

I Hope...

The most important people are
my family and friends, they are my life
I try so hard to be positive around them
but I'm feeling weird, something isn't right

I'm OK sometimes, but mostly....
There are times when I get a good start
I get things done
Then it's right back to feeling unsure
not knowing what to do

I am so proud of my kids, I love them
They seem proud of me too, but I'm not sure
I think about what I should have done

Lonely Planet

I live alone among the stars
Like Venus, Neptune, Moon or Mars.
A satellite without a ring,
A geocentric, jilted thing.

I’m pilgrim planet, who does miss
The lips of love I once did kiss,
When I did court a cosmic child
Who on me, had so sweetly smiled.

Till Fate felt she should interfere
With orbit of my little sphere,
And send me blazing through the night,
Like tragic, trailing meteorite.

Picnic Time

A time when louder
than taut drums our hearts would
as one beat and in the deepest sea of
revelry swim.

A time when my ravenous
heart with scythe in hand, its feet
to your heart as a bed of roses would hasten,
for its fragrance to harvest and relish.

A time in a sequestered scenic
rivulet bank where my somber heart into an
ecstatic inferno would be plunged by a sensation
that would be propelled by the sight of trace of your
sexy lingerie by your spandex bared.

Refugee Mother And Child by Chinua Achebe

No Madonna and Child could touch
that picture of a mother's tenderness
for a son she soon would have to forget.
The air was heavy with odours

of diarrhoea of unwashed children
with washed-out ribs and dried-up
bottoms struggling in laboured
steps behind blown empty bellies. Most

mothers there had long ceased
to care but not this one; she held
a ghost smile between her teeth
and in her eyes the ghost of a mother's
pride as she combed the rust-coloured
hair left on his skull and then -


Jasmine flowers exhale
perfume along mossen lattice sanctuary
We smell the sweet sighs
but only bumblebees hear
the oxygen escape their silken throats


Susan and I walk hand in hand
both of us with bloody cough
through a dead and dying land,
trees with green leaves dropping off.

Wildlife carcasses are scattered
turkeys, crows, squirrels, deer.
the beauty of my world is shattered.
I'm losing all that I hold dear.

All those cursed mushroom clouds,
mere memories of a week ago.
Grey , hot dust settles like a shroud.
At nightfall distant craters glow.

Malicious Envy.

Hatred is malicious envy's anchorage,
on same path they tread to smudge,
dull friendship's glistening hue,
to bring down its lofty value.

An envious mind is a mind unsound.
Evilness is first conceived in the mind.
In envious minds devilries reside.
Warily our thoughts we must daily guide.

Bonds of friendship envy makes brittle,
its strong walls slowly it brickles
shortly beneath its weight they crumble,
and become irreparable rubble.


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