The Demon crouched low on his pedestal high,
Smirked, a smile so wicked, so evil, so sly.
On the bed she lay naked, sleeping lost in dark dreams,
On her belly she lay, uncovered, unseen.

In the bed beneath blankets the old man he lay
Asleep as gnarled hands on soft buttocks did play.
And the demon he smiled as he gestured below
To the hands that played soft as the strings on a bow.

Smiling in sleep as white buttocks he stroked,
And caressed as the demon hot passions evoked,
Till she sighed then lifted exposed on her knees,

They are brothers too,
in some not so civil war,
playing sides against the others,
wounded hearts, and open sores.

Friendly-fire took him down,
in mistaken identity.
A shadow caught out in the open,
dissolved in light's acuity.

Nay, do not weep for lack of direction,
give him compass, guide him home.
Turn the lights on, Baby,
your brother's likely stoned.

No injunction set against him,
there's nothing to forgive.
A brother is always welcome,
he's got the right to live.

the universe sparks
when ideas clash, wars break out

evolution keeps grinding, smiling
"It is what it is"

the scarred heart grasps at 'sugar straws'
but carbohydrates fill the soul

parallel paths side-eyed forever

People say I shouldn’t remember
For I was not yet two
But as I lay, on that warm spring day
In my pram I swear its true.

I heard a sound, like a million bees
That hummed in the cloudless blue,
A shape I saw with flames behind
That stuttered and smoked as it flew.

Then mother was there in panic,
In her arms she swept me high,
Had that airborne monster crashed nearby
Then surely we should die.

Paralyzing pain as stones grind through,
Stabbing white hot needles to make you choke,
You freeze, crouched low as pain subsides,
And you know that soon they will eject.

But more will follow, though it be days or weeks,
Pray no one will see as you grimace, grind teeth.
No way to know when the hour may come.
Just know, and wait, as life goes on.