Orange sky,
That wicked red that burns against all life,
Scorching that soul in our eyes,
And driving all men mad,
All sane notions cast into the sea,
Happiness left to fizzle,
And fade,
Into that haze,

Orange sky,
That leaves me wanting your embrace,
Leaves me to cry,
Pray,
Rage,
And Drown in my faith,

That orange sky,
Which wraps around the mountains,
Teaches all that life forgot,
Tortures me with all its might,
And leaves me all alone in July,

We were sitting on a fence
me and my buddy
just hanging out
he said he wanted to be a farmer
I laughed, kind of a snortle
he was the laziest guy I ever met

it must have pissed him off, my laughing
he stopped hanging out

last I heard, he became a cop

*SUDDENLY*

The firmament clear & bright
The flowers captivate man sight
The song birds sing gave strength & might
To walk along side
The Queen of the coast side
Giving a pleasant feeling inside
& a gloomy joy on the outside.

Suddenly.
Suddenly.

The nature changed form
Cloudy storm
Stormy wind
Windy day

In the middle of the ocean
Did I find me, Searching for a clear end
But all I see is a dead end.

The welder’s son.

The Welder's Son.

A thunderstorm that ringed a city,
All night long it seemed to rage,
Although without delight or pity
They let the plane engage
Dark slick tarmac, and take flight,
The glow lamps of the runway lights,
Quickened and fused with jet black rage,
Of engine roar in fusion with the sound
Of human chatter, the old world alighting
From the diminished, final, lost ground.

As I walked out one evening - W. H Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

dressed as freely as i came
adorned with nothing, the mirror reflecting beauty and strength
a sacred temple is what i am
a little bit of honey, chocolate, milk, lightning and scars
treating me otherwise is pure ignorance
so with trembling knees and bowed head, you will worship in spirit and in truth.

Up this rocky trail I trudge
in search of a smoother way
finding, instead, with each footfall
my path's incline increases.

Taking a slight pause to catch my breath,
looking about where I now stand,
far past half way up my hill
with winter pursuing me along the way
leaving me no time for looking back.

Building clouds and lowering sun
tell me it's time that I go on
lest I fail to gain my goal
before the final setting of the sun.

What I was missing you found.

A poster in a desolate city

city cell frequented by mortar monks.

Where I undid an old girl’s

orchid beads curling hair,

and rubbed Frankinscense on her Book of Hours.

You had no time to search for me

especially during the day,

so your tarot, painted in 8mm

Took a life of its own,

extended in frames. I slept

in bathhouses and the Pollock display,

your deleted scene with snakes in my lap.

Hematite between your teeth pinched

I ripped a poem from deep in my heart,
the angst was palpable to feel,
a poetry competition would impart
a freshness to those words great appeal.

'Twas sent to be adjudged with all the rest,
would it be found wanting in some way
or standing tall among the very best
a testament to noble sharp word play.

Who can tell what merits rang so true
for a machine digested it and spat it out
regurgitated words were formed anew
and none could tell what they are all about.

well are you all
still in the youth of love

O poets

hankering for more lovers
variety daily

well just love one
and
then rely on your own destiny
many come for a while only

then they play
and sooner than later
go out of your way
leaving you in dismay

why games with such ones play
I say

have a sole lover twill help you it may