I'm not sure what
American freedom
costs the rest of the
world. Seems like
there's always too much
blood following that convoluted trail
through to an ugly, impartial
truth. The man in the mirror
must lie to save his face.

I'm just too uncertain these days
if
capitalism is the
best that freedom can
buy.

Let the fireworks begin! Celebrate.
No one knows the fate that waits.

The machine is broken and its ghosts are here.

Die Gðtterdämmerung

[TWILIGHT OF THE GODS]

There they stand shadows tall
In Valhalla’s darkened Hall.

There they wait for Time to end
to return once again.

The gods did not know death
until death came to them

When seeking peace in normal life
where can we go now?
In living sans turmoil and strife
ol' Andy showed us how

Another childhood icon gone
Mayberry flags fly at half mast
in mourning for their favorite son
who this morning slipped into the past

Should we need a lawyer's skill
we'll have to look elsewhere
Mattlock's buried on yon hill
no more objections to declare

In my mind's eye, you walked by,
entered a door. I followed just because
it's in my nature, this curiosity that I am.
You see, I lost myself and I was
spellbound
in my momentary absence.
The world turned to living colour,
breathed
and moved as did I.
I was its willing captive. And yours,
my darling.

we've said enough
the interlope between the stands
the haunted shades
in linear lands

these gusset dreams
that stir with night
deliver ghosts
an urgent plight

I've seen you leaving
with the cause
the drape of length
the mid-step pause

I've touched the lucent
of the skin
and heard the falling
rain on tin

These shimmer days
have drawn me thin

your sky shoal blue
caressed in hue
you know just how I
thought of you

Ever more
and more

CRASHES
The trees swayed frozen
in the wind
like gallows heavy
with their burden
and the garden was stunned
by a sudden crash
of winter.
no smell of coffee
warmed the kitchen.
no voices the heart.
all souls fell fallow
by a sudden crash
of mourning

When life up starts to mark and make a mess.
When aging furrows, wrinkles deeply show,
some think they need a beauty stuff to dress.

Behind the smiley faces indwells the woe,
disguised under costumes , beauty mask
Cosmetics, cheapish shadow, liners draw.

When life up comes with heavy boring task
And puts on extra burdens, makes you low
You need to wear the happy soul to bask

it has been ingrained in me,
not to whine nor hanker
not to think
nor tinker
let them read
if they want to
and
go along the stream
if you have to

it’s been a long way
since I came from home
I’m a poet today
not totally unknown...
no nonsense,
no nuance poet
yet you will see
my poetry is being read
by someone to take me off
those still unread

no comments here!
why?

to that extent one should be happy
and
have a poetry, or two to post ready ...

Well it appears I'm in arrears
the economy's to blame,
the government is in cahoots
as they re-invent the game.

It's said, no man's an island
that it takes a village to raise a child,
then there's the next generation
sewing oats that are way more wild!

There's the finance institutions,
the banks, and wall street....too;
using smoke and mirrors, they do thier thing
to line the pockets of the few;

"Page of swords"
the shiny deck
while outside the rain
fell down
dancing on the darkness
the light from above
just there
The shadows black and oiled
with the purpose of the day

even the birds were holed up
huddled in the wet
dark eye closed and sleeping
like the whole world was dreaming

inside the deck was my story
unfolding in reversal
like a slide show