We all ourselves are dual personalities
by day like one
and night the second when

We were born as in a nubile tube
the foetus took 15 days
to decide
gal or guy
that's why half our lives we are one parent
then the second half the other

Some are like pops first
some moms
later they reverse

See your friends and parents
and note behavioural difference

I am now the second parent
first one shall still remain a secret

KEEP GUESSING!!!!!

grave of floor
the nerve dance
youth
sarcasms pleasure
leaf droplet treasure

jittery thump
carrying the hump

ticker tags
haste flutter in delivery
lights
scurry through grey rabbit
run run run

I'm sorry, leaves, this autumn season
In marching on for no good reason

I do not dodge your fallen friends
From foliage, now dry with rends

I do not halt, or say "Alas!
I shan't just step on leaves and grass!"

I know that men this autumn spell
Have miffed you much, your colors tell

Please be tender, don't be curt
For men don't know you may be hurt

I'm sorry, leaves, this autumn season
In stepping without rhyme or reason...

i would rather be alive then
dead
enjoying real over synthesis
of drugs and dreams and
drama bold
watching mornings come
the light unfold
on scattered scheme
a lazy scene
of lovers resting on a bed
not carved of marble
or of stone
beneath the mantle
elements bone

i would rather
feel exotic charm
then words or
risk of physical harm
beneath a heady
pleasure dome
living sins creating
memory poems

Yesterday
has come to pass,
leaving behind an imprint of memories,
that has shaped us into what we are
with lessons learnt from history.

Today,
is the struggle for the future,
a trial, standing in our path
as we strive to be better
and to achieve the happiness
we have always wanted.

Tomorrow,
is a story, yet to be told,
be it the legend of the bold
or the cowardice that lingers
in the hearts of young and old.
No one knows
before the mystery is unfold.

It is about to dawn
the birds are now chirping
a new day is being born

cheer up why are you sleeping
it's like a rebirth
dawn after dawn......

Oh heavens
where has my Dawn
gone
whom once I did adorn

Well it's now dawn
and
upon you it must also dawn

I was awake all night
to watch the arrival
of this new fresh dawn
this does as it must come
morn after morn

bell chime trickles
with sound
The north wind
straying
One grey
eye catching light
an ugly moon
sent me early
beneath a ruthless crust

I know you will tell me you are
somewhere
a window once held the frame of your face

I look at the wood that once held the deep secret of a forest
long gone to make the borders of this enclosure
the sun alone finds a way into

if only time could be undone through some kindness
mushrooms and the deep moss hide
before the sharpened ax fell to silence

Clinique
wraps her arms about me
through the crack in the curtians
over the mill
the sun is working
west below hill
morse taps clattery rap
mill rumbles
i grumble
squeezes me
a slinky anoconda
the downy hair
on boa arms
Blue Air Mail
cold august sky
grey eyes
craning over
tip toe from above
carrying her weight
behind the kitchen
chair
reach up pull her
close...dangling
damsel
U got me Mr!
Pernod kisses
on the turntable