Blood On The Marquee
Savor host
Savior moist
Search within
thoughts of Rin Tin Tin
shallow peaks that stink
fall away from me
the clearance way from me;
within its love set free
shallow road where Chinese man pee
Blood on the marquee
water within the base of the tree
hoping someday my sweet would so kindly marry me
Blood on the marquee
some folks live in the land of make believe
source through shallow peaks
busy as a bee
come with source to marry me
unlock the key

Equal day and night
That leads to days of fright
The light of day pours into
Black, dark things that go BOO!

Then wind whips up the crisp leaves
While green needles sway in the breeze
Hats and scarves come out of hiding
While witches their brooms are riding.

The Summer is gone and so are you
But my heart still yearns for a love that's true.
I wait for Winters hoary frost to make
My heart feel less of the ache.

I'm a dove with a face of a hulk,
But you think wrong of me!

You think of me a little too cocky, contumacious;
A little too full of ego pinions, which you say
Flap around my footprints strewn across
Spaces, landscapes, I once had occupied.

You say of my voice thundering as your fear,
You say of my gait breaking the grounds
And quaking your gaiety,
My name trots byways of your imagination as a buggy of horror,
But you think wrong of me!

Immigration
is a passage to existence
we leave as sperms
from testes
then migrate into ovum
as they fall out of ovaries

then integrate and become tenants
of our mother's womb
free of rent for nine months

The finale ends up in the hands of a nurse
or a maid's midwife-woman
as we are forcibly pulled
and in few cases
ere we don't eject naturally
then by a forceful forceps pull
at times damage our silly brain
they may call us partially insane

Mankind’s system is a divisive race:
The group fighting against the others’ space,
Between climes, races, tribes, castes, sects, parties…
Where fear and hate cross eternal boundaries.
But that mankind feeds his mind with poison,
And then ends up in his own prison walls.
So man fights man to tear down his prison,
But still the real prisoner within calls:
The being inside man, who is not free,
And never free till he should turn that key
To free the iron bars to his fair heart –

Nothing Succeeds Like Success

Success is just a relative term
in modern times
it's all about how much you earn
and
having earned enough
you want to be known
all around the world
who are you so beautiful
wonderful and successful

How is it the world now displays
only your winning ways
can we all be successful that way
heaven knows you also perhaps may

I am now a lame duck
paddling in the pond
I will go away now
but when
any day
if not today

Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, “Won’t you have more?” and father :
“Do you think Moll Flanders was a whore?”

Colors of the mind

Yellow burns through layers of blue
Still the dark remains
Memories of pinks and purples
now clouded with white washed pain

Where did you fly
without a whisper of goodbye
your name and scent remain

Long ago or so it seems
you were no more than
this mortals dream
Now you are ethereal
once again
all I can say is remember when

Our colors and dreams did loop and bend
to become as one in hues of blue and green

The Sun rises, but creeps on the skyline,
Breaking the East with a sad, mirthless shine.
Sunrise rays once crowned these ancient peoples,
And swept their green lands with waking ripples.
But the children of this great Land have run,
And those that remain want to flee her shores.
For their dreams died - killed the days they were born -
And on their cruel graves they live like a curse.
Their mothers were raped in the spoilers’ wake,
Fathers murdered at the conquerors’ stake,
Old survivors just live out their last days,

found to be idle
a sold out recycle,
80,000 dollar machine
want to take over
like a George Orwell union
plagued for momernts to pledge
captivated by a smile
take your picture taking over
moment regarding their puzzle
Stop & Shop

gentle with laughter stare to unfold it together...
extreme cases of spills occur,
moments gone by...
beyond