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A Cosmic Collision

A Cosmic Collision

SpaHalla

i would rather be alive then
dead
enjoying real over synthesis
of drugs and dreams and
drama bold
watching mornings come
the light unfold
on scattered scheme
a lazy scene
of lovers resting on a bed
not carved of marble
or of stone
beneath the mantle
elements bone

i would rather
feel exotic charm
then words or
risk of physical harm
beneath a heady
pleasure dome
living sins creating
memory poems

The Passage Of Time

Yesterday
has come to pass,
leaving behind an imprint of memories,
that has shaped us into what we are
with lessons learnt from history.

Today,
is the struggle for the future,
a trial, standing in our path
as we strive to be better
and to achieve the happiness
we have always wanted.

Tomorrow,
is a story, yet to be told,
be it the legend of the bold
or the cowardice that lingers
in the hearts of young and old.
No one knows
before the mystery is unfold.

Dawn again

It is about to dawn
the birds are now chirping
a new day is being born

cheer up why are you sleeping
it's like a rebirth
dawn after dawn......

Oh heavens
where has my Dawn
gone
whom once I did adorn

Well it's now dawn
and
upon you it must also dawn

I was awake all night
to watch the arrival
of this new fresh dawn
this does as it must come
morn after morn

maledizione dei sogni

bell chime trickles
with sound
The north wind
straying
One grey
eye catching light
an ugly moon
sent me early
beneath a ruthless crust

From the deep wood

I know you will tell me you are
somewhere
a window once held the frame of your face

I look at the wood that once held the deep secret of a forest
long gone to make the borders of this enclosure
the sun alone finds a way into

if only time could be undone through some kindness
mushrooms and the deep moss hide
before the sharpened ax fell to silence

faintly forget to remember it well

Clinique
wraps her arms about me
through the crack in the curtians
over the mill
the sun is working
west below hill
morse taps clattery rap
mill rumbles
i grumble
squeezes me
a slinky anoconda
the downy hair
on boa arms
Blue Air Mail
cold august sky
grey eyes
craning over
tip toe from above
carrying her weight
behind the kitchen
chair
reach up pull her
close...dangling
damsel
U got me Mr!
Pernod kisses
on the turntable

Tupac Shines

Tupac Shines

One can see it on the faces
Folks in the inner city
We hear your cry
Keep your head up
Momma
Tupac Shakur gone to soon
Took a bullet
A true hustler
Poet
Artist of his time
He was never caged always free
Free to write his songs in harmony
With a story in his dreams
His mother raised him well
With a great story in which to tell
A rapper who met Biggie Smalls
Did some hard times
Tupac Shines

Tupac Shines

Tupac Shines

One can see it on the faces
Folks in the inner city
We hear your cry
Keep your head up
Momma
Tupac Shakur gone to soon
Took a bullet
A true hustler
Poet
Artist of his time
He was never caged always free
Free to write his songs in harmony
With a story in his dreams
His mother raised him well
With a great story in which to tell
A rapper who met Biggie Smalls
Did some hard times
Tupac Shines

3 Senryus

1. New Year’s Day~
I wash dishes
from last year

2. just a rumor~
doctors keep you alive
to have you come back

3. darn tin roof~
a woodpecker
taps Morse code

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