Life! Life! Life!
Full of stress and strife
Along the rail of fate
No surety of getting rather late

Opportunities in life are privilege
Never think it is your acquired knowledge
Give and take holds the world
Sometimes servant, now Lord

You at the top today
Your deeds will definitely replay
Your pride will let you down
But humility gets you new dawn

That girl needs surgery
But parents in abject penury
They came to seek assistance
Got from you poverty remembrance

Where are you from?
which language is yours?
you don’t understand our signs
all we speak is now strange to you
but we grew together without variance
why are you not listening?
we speak the same way before transition

Aspirations Galore

To continue to aspire
of it will none ever tire
so
never retire
burn like the candle flame fire
not much heat
but light the darkness
of endless desire
Sire!
Poetry only

When there is blankness
of the mind
never compose
trying to shine
else you may whine
why
wasn't my poem liked
by
Divine
so relax then shine
dig then into a golden mine,
no, not mine
I love my wine

The geisha floated by in a break neck posture, her head rotating with a voluble of "Vrrrr", a vacuum buzz. I remained puzzled as to who, incidentally, she might be, and why a china doll had the bulbous, greasy scales of a crocodile. Each time she passed her the slurping, granite impasse of her dragging grew more sickening. Plus, the small tinfoil hexagons of her scales weren't even consistently shaped.

Note: Fledgling audio recording's here, I will try to post a more refined reading, it is what it is, this is rough folks - first attempt (second attempt):

https://soundcloud.com/user528181418/the-confession-of-joseph-barclay-t…

"Da Rosa, nada digamos agora" - Umberto Eco

The last century, has come, has gone,
come with me now, I will sing
its song.

For we dream a dream vested in youth,
that personification, is personal proof.

God bless him,
he, who was born
from the womb of the darkness
to enlighten a world;

a distinguished human,
a teacher not a preacher,
a compassionate leader,
that will have no successor,

the slave and messenger of God,
peace be upon him,

Mohammad.

As I feel the breeze coming from the ocean shore,
I think of how I loved you more and more
As all those days and nights went by
And the seagulls flew across the sky.
I think of how you loved me, too,
And we promised each other that we would make it through.
I realize that those times were long ago.
But I just want to let you know
That my feelings for you have not changed.
Maybe we can start over again?

trapped mourning breath
a chamber full of spent dreams
open lips gently
let the tongue
writh inside
mix and stir this stale breath
into awakening
the day becomes alive

He looked like a grandfather
with his white hair and beard
and by all accounts was a quiet gentle man
even when wearing his gray coat and all.

Southern born and West Point trained
but his heart resided in Virginia
and when his love Virginia called
it was as if a loving wife
asked of him his help
he went.....

There was a young man from Geelong
Who felt like he didn't belong
So off came his shirt
Thrown into the dirt
And killed all the townsfolk with song