Time to display concerted might
Two nays suffice to break the deal
No one else seems to know what's right
To most it’s agreed ideal

Unilateralism senseless
Better agree to disagree
Forbearance does not make one less
Same peer treatment will set you free

Moon light slips and seeps to touch
your delightful savoury curves as I peep
let my fingers trace their softness
to bring you pleasure quivers of joy,

Uncovered your glow with warmth
tremble in desire as my tongue probes
freely invade the privacy of your body
taking turns to lick dig and delve with zeal,

Raving uproars, barbaric clamour for more
induce a mayhem of desperation within
surge of a breathless surrender to my whim
cool work, widen’s resources to my glee,

Don't ever be scared
just remember
you are like a coin
with two sides

one side is Birth
and
the other Death
be satisfied
you have only been brought
so that after a while
when Time has rot
you are also not forgot

as you must exit also

it's no curse
but a ticket
with which you came along.

The burden of living will be lightened
Death of course must come

Docs only help you
to naturally and quietly succumb

You must feel the heartbreak in the minor chord
You must feel the urgency of perfect pitch
From a choir echoing in the catacombs
You must praise the bees heavy with pollen
Whose buzzing is an engine of spinning wings
You must stare into the eyes of the Odalisque
You must embrace the lions engorged with meat
And allow the crippled vultures to eat the bones
You must accept the cruel indifference of pain
Which screams and cries in wordless shock
You must rejoice in lust and nakedness

With blood soaked uniforms,
They hung their weary heads,
Faces that wore the joys of laughter,
Now riddled and tortured by the dead.
Why did they do it?
It was not their battle to fight,
But it was their sons wives & daughters,
That cried into the night.

The fat cat bureaucrat,
Played games of self and stature,
But his blood currency was never paid,
He moves these pawns of war and destruction,
To manoeuvre a military blockade.

We are each
Haunted or blessed
In our waking.

We are all
On a private
Or social
Schedule,

Going forward.

Does the deer
Have trouble
Rousing itself,
Come evening --

With the frightening
Thoughts of hunters
Or mountain lions,
Or home-bound traffic
On too hard streets?

Or does waking
Come easily,
Eager to see
The red sun
In the western sky,

The long, sweet
Face of its
Brother or sister
Again?

I have a friend,l’ve known her all my life,
But lately she visits more often out of spite,
She’s irrational and out of her mind,
Her rhyme and reason I try to find,
She jumps to conclusions,
Creates situations and delusions,
She drives me insane!
But I still say I’m fine…,
She doubts every choice ,
Creates a quake in my voice,
Sending me on a downward spiral to my dismay,
I deal with her everyday,

Do you know her?

You don't tell me my arms are pretty when they are clean,
You just say they are ugly when they’re not.

Going…
Going…
He’s gone.

hehe

There is dust on my guitar
(not his fault).
I wipe it off,
strum a chord,
shut the door
and slide the bolt.

I’ll build a world of my own
that only friends can share.
There’ll be candlelit baths.
lots of hugs
and self-satisfied contentment there.

Sorry if I’m not broken-hearted.
I could pretend for his ego
but I am not his, ergo
I have no need
to pander
to his self greed

Nine years the Poplar rooted above a creakbed stand,
enjoying dark rich soil, in rock sparse land,
amongst Mountain Ash and rosehip shrubbery,
reaching for the sky, a dream of destiny.

Springtimes came, winter went,
time passed, season's spent,
tree rings grew in number,
each passing summer,
bark peeling in season,
showing growth spurts as reason.