it's been a long time since i had a laptop
i prefered my iphone and my ipad a lot
to surf the web and social media game.

my best days was learning windows 95
and bug fixes on the millennial side
the windows everybody loved to hate.

i loved windows, it was my entry to the computer
me and microsoft had an affair like no other
from 2007 i've courted Apple's iOS platform to date.

for the day I ignite those even tears to calm all fears along heaven's shore
to think along Willow's Peak a calm to think a fellow preached love's lost
my mind is clearer now minus the frown stay vacant to its call the know it all
search within captivated by a smile state the ignite beloww its smell a vault
there is sweet fragrance bellow its fragrance I time well spent in thought

Nature blesses us everyday.
With roses and radishes
And red skies
At night.

Though everything happens
In its time,

The corn in in April
And the double-edged
sickle
The whisper of assimilation
Come fall

It is more like a billiards game
Than a simple
Stitched baseball
That travels in just one line

The owl with many feathers
And pirouetting neck
Cries
In every direction

Who? Who? Who?

Who will plant?
Who will buy?
Who will transport?

I left my lucky coin
In my pocket
When it went through the dryer
Last night

And it charted the stars
On each rebound
Against the moving cylinder
The metallic sound
Like the hammering
Of light
Through darkness

I didn’t stop the machine
I leaned in
And listened
To that moving body
My luck
On its seemingly erratic
Geometrical course
Creating
Starlight
Starlight
STARLIGHT

When I opened the dryer
To put my clothes
In the laundry basket

Archaic assholes blow their noses
Reality’s in a free for all
There are no doves or bleeding roses

All hope begins to decompose
The Emperor’s tweet has made the call
Archaic assholes blow their noses

George Orwell tell politicos
To sell it to the wailing wall
There are no doves or bleeding roses

Confidants lay in the shadows
Treason they cry from the hall
Archaic assholes blow their noses

Science finds the hidden clone
Our DNA is Neanderthal
There are no doves or bleeding roses

She's been his lavender,
The lilac of his days,
The lilies at his wander,
A flower, roses praise.

She wore up the debonair face,
And inhaled the celestial scent.
She trod along with angels' pace,
inspirational and pleasant.

The hair? It travelled ahead
To dwell where do the dreams.
_A gypsy's, almost red,
when meets wee sunshine's beams.

Should fate knock upon her door,
And call her mystic name.
A candle that was before,
Soon passed her pastoral fame.

her body a sack of tubes
open wounds
like wet braided mouths
muttering thunder tunnels

she watching Friday night frights
of a cruel image,
a man; with sledge hammer genitals
looking at her through a shivered mirror

desire holds her transfixed
like a blink less eye staring
at a pinned butterfly

Travel Well, Grandpa
Night today covers you,
The stars greet you
And the turbulent winds,
Fierce,
calm down

Oh, Grandpa, son of heaven!
You who left,
You who lived a life of splendor:
You cried, you laughed
You suffered like any other
But you loved like no one ever did.

Oh, Grandpa, my grandfather!
Today the titans of the sky are in mourning,
Today you embark on a new Journey
Turning part of future stories
Future poems
Today your spirit is free
To touch and sail the skies.

Dawn of April
or
be it my only
Dawn
when she was young
and
we both in love
were war torn

you have dished out a poem of reality
all one needs to do is now
just think what is the whole truth
sure enough
you will beat me

as I don't believe in
SPIRITUALITY
my life swims on
the surf of human
REALITY