Perhaps one day
These words of mine
Rattling around in my chest
Like cosmic dice

Will roll your way
Give you the courage
To take a gamble on the universe

Will inspire you to write
A lament on how you
Bet the farm
And lost

But how words were still there
A bottomless
Change purse
Of quarters

And how people
Kept appearing
Like slot machines
In your path

A lottery of winning
And losing
And winning again

I am analyzing my corpse. Everything still moves, change. Everything is moving around the center-point of everything, and I see everything in everything. And the still arrow soars through it’s sky. Daytime, night, time flys on one indescribable love. Positive perspective solution. We exist! The big bang happened relatively and is still occuring, changing perspective from the finite to the infinite. One into two and two sides of one. Seeing the most simple and finding the most complex. Relative past, one now. Jump in! Kill your ego and cleanse your corpse.

Outside,
My father turns the inky soil
With his bucolic blade;
Readying the ground,
So gravid,
For the body blooming!

He rolls the rocks,
Agog,
Like Archangels,
To the edge of the balmy beds —
To protect them
From the deluge of rude rabbits
And unthinking rains.

He gathers the sticks insensitive,
Plucks the ancillary weeds,
Rids the bejeweled yard
Of all that is colorless,
Spiritless.

We are accused of theft,
Wanted by a whole planet
And here we are,
Two fugitive souls
Fleeing for love

Accused for stealing your Heart,
For having stolen the stars,
For penetrating and entering in your life
And nail a dagger of love
And a rose in your chest.

The twilight of the day draws near,
The blazing sun is laid to rest,
And dimming skies let stars appear
That twinkle in the bloodstained west.

The once warm air turns cold and still,
Long drawn out shadows gently fade,
While birdsong that before was shrill
Falls silent in a soft cascade.

The rooftops change from red to black,
So too the rising spiralled wisps
Of smoke churned up from chimney stacks
And stoves of wood burnt cinder crisp.

Come my love
fear not the ailing one
come lie on my shoulders
but just for one more time
let’s cuddle

the waterfalls have now gone dry
‘tis been years passed shy
now as the end approaches
why be wry
lets within each other lie
simply just try

Such another moment
may not come again
then why would you want to ever
lament
our love we did not finally cement

come upon my cheeks
plant a kiss
the last one may be

I guess this is what being old means
struggling to top a hill
through woods bereft of summer's greens,
pitting pain against strong will.

But here I am shuffling along
just a few steps from the ridge top
listening to autumn's song.
At the peak I'll rest and stop,

Apex attained I stretch my back
then espy a big oak stump
and since legs' muscles have grown slack
on it I carefully park my rump.

When my boat leaves sight
beyond that far horizon
will I have ever been?

Across from me I see a cat,
I note her pattern and design;
I marvel how her body flows
In beautiful authentic rhyme.

I watch intently her movements,
I wish to know what they define;
but tense excitement cause a sound,
and eyes wheel to alight on mine!

My stare is captured in her pull
In her wide penetrating eyes,
And strange -her power holds me there
Until her thoughts are satisfied.