If drops of blood shed were seeds
deserts would become rain forests
will the wars end then
or would trees then be the targets
to be felled in greed
because powers that be
hate green?

Cats of Australia have made their choice,
except this one name Royce,
family gave him no voice,
in advertising jingles he doesn't exist,
Royce has tendency to resist,
always runs away,
when Andrew Lloyd Webber they play,
( meow ) says Webber stinks all day,
: Cat On Hot Tin Roof " better movie play,
often looking for vitriol to spray.

It's like the universe's mailman
in uniform
the sound of rain
on the window panes
in the morning

to go from Dreamland's
volcanoes and tornadoes
angels and devils and
friends with unrecognizable
faces and plot twists
more fascinating
than a Tarantino movie
or an Agatha Christie novel

to the methodical tapping
and the warm blankets
the comfortable grey
and hopefully a day free

to drink some tea
and open a book
and dream more crazy
fantastic dreams

Walking on the petals
fallen from the fading in the air branches,
thinking it was only leaves from distant autumn,
already forgotten season of the winds,
I have crossed the ocean in my dreams.
Listening to murmur,
droplets on the rooftops, fluttering umbrellas,
thinking it was only distant birds and lonely
shadows resurface on the evening ink
I have lost my caution and I wrote a poem.
Thrown in the wide-world
paper boat is floating in the brown waters,
losing paper soldiers overboard like seeds,

Soldier’s Battle ....Of Matters Military

Distant rain-forests since uninhabited
gives me a virtual, at times real image
of combatants shriveled up in
Military Fatigues,

A weary teenage soldier
across the densest jungle
of a far off almost like any other
God forsaken place
called
Vietnam.

i.

If clothes could talk to the dressing on our wounds...

Weird Jess said when freedom is an outlawed aphorism then only
the outlaw is free in a dog eat dog world. I'd rather not be a dog,
I think Dingo Dog agrees. Aphorisms, however, are inconsolable if
their property rights are stolen and there is no gift left to give
when opening the eternal present and the moon is left behind.

ii. If wounds could speak...

Most survive lives truly pawn-ed
To step forward in moves slotted
Crossways to rend or face the end
Few can hope to be promoted

Castles, knights and bishops abound
Coteries near royal compound
Movement flows and positions sound
Simply exist atop the mound

she asked me
where i wanted to eat
like it made a difference

it was like a test
that i was hardly passing

"breakfast explains a lot"
she finally said.

"you see,
the left brain
is like a waffle

"the mind puts ideas
like syrup
into distinct compartments

"it has a precise geometry
the entire grid
is connected
with straight lines
(the thinking is linear)

I am standing on a bridge
in the still of the night,
the peaceful water lulling,

when a flash is caught
at the corner of my eye,
and I think I see the white
of wings tracing patterns
on the dark sky.

Then, as suddenly it is gone,
if ever it was truly there;
and my soul becomes restless
as the logical mind retreats
and intuition gains my heart.