Her voice was like the Angel's melody
That could heal the heart's malady.

How jealous were the seraphims
While concealing their darkness through their whims.

A peach that promised eternity
Was sent in her chamber with utmost secrecy.

Delighted for such a gift of immortality,
She ate the Seed that rooted her endless melancholy.

Unable to sing, she watched the dawning of the day
And cursed all the Angels with words she couldn't say...

Soft skinned androids will breast feed
Newborns of enhanced gene generations;
They will conceive of pleasure domes serene.

And they shall be as giants of creation
Arrogant to be as the gods have been
Where all that is is imagination.

The whole of history to days of dim,
Nature will eclipse to computer chips.
It is late in the hour of the transformation!

Jehovah’s plan was survival by greed-
The big creatures eat the smaller breeds;
Salvation at last! Onward to plan B!

She was fading with time,
blending without shine,
wardrobe worn to a pale red,
as rust was being fed,
her owner called her "Bess",
as she had served her purpose,
clearing trees and pulling stumps,
plowing fields and filling bumps,
forty years she worked these fields,
the cause of good yields,
and now her time had come,
no more parts, she could hardly run,
she could cough, spurt and fart,
she just didn't have the heart,
so as the year began to fade,
she blended into fall, away.

rain falls so swiftly
landing wherever it may
a new dawn for all

Who is God

‘‘I told you Sir
you are brilliance ‘’
let the whole world then follow...
only one God
Let, racialism not slice like swords...
In my opinion

‘’Time alone is God’’

and time only moves in one direction,
Unidirectional
only one Dimension

It moves forwards alone
but cannot be recycled
Time gone is gone...
only Time Sir is the Common God
and I am sure
you will assure
All...

Eating a pizza sandwich, near dark
May seem pedestrian and worth
No remark

But it’s all in the eating and where
And if each lover of meat
Should despair

At the driven, lit cluster of stars
We call highway or stair
And the treadmill, darkened loom
That production line doom
That chains youth to a certain
Self-serfdom of cars,

Where do we get off this supreme
Duct of convenience?
Where do all the deliveries end,
And where is that lost term, erm..
Beneficence?

Dry Ophelia

unformed, anonymous
urgently pinched
in waves of finned dispersion

a distant face streaming
slowly apart
the slumping waves of a forgotten pond
i drown inside as a lost cat

a thin river
dry Ophelia,
unsure where to fade

carrying bouquets neither real
nor artificial
symbiotic petals

christening a sleeping sea
with clear blushes even
you don't understand

dry as the brush you
were painted with
still not knowing

as your cheeks

I pulled up to the order box,
I ordered a whopper of world peace,
a side of love,
and a drink of compassion,
with lots of ketchup.
After I drove home
I found
they forgot the ketchup.

Many years ago I know you
Many miles away we travel
Many times we discuss
Many things I don’t know you teach me
Many friends you unrelated me with
Many songs we sing together
So many we are to do

I call you my closet friend
My partner in technology
My hand to hand walker
You keep me company when am lonely
You expose me to the world
You help me talk to distance people
For you are my selfie teacher

The golden light of the sunset
Has long been gone since that fated moment we met.
The blood-stained sky now
Is this what you meant by your vow?

I thought freedom was a vast field
Where our broken souls would be healed.
Why is it set ablaze
Like the fire in your gaze?

Gentle smile is now emptiness;
Laughter, a cry of sadness.
Is this the future you've longed for,
Faces abandoned by radiance of color?