To cool one wants
to quench
and
drench

in rain
and
liquid
is one's
manifestation

yours is rains
others
down that drains

what remains
of desires
nothing obtains

some still in vanilla
sustain!

"sufferin' in the neon cold"
low riders scrape
dusks dusky beach nape
revelation mane
Run Hump back Hollywood
Hills
Stretch the go go legs
my boot cut morning
grown and Pawned
drop the dot
stay up till Dawn
Warmed by the full
gloss smiles
groovy shades
Live up it baby
Live like were made

contrails higher then
the towers
Electric cross
say
Jesus Got the Power

...

Fancy a folie à deux?
A flight abandoned in winter’s
piss-poked snow-dimples,
and the frosted glasses
of small town hovels.

Hemmed in by the fangs-
dazzling deflectors for the flare
and trees;
A hanging, prismatic prison
glinting malevolently.

Melt me, please!
Emblazon me like a golden
ethereal dew
molten on the leaves
and falling free.

Boughs breaking -
Mutinous fractures
echo in the frozen vacuum
of a crisp, acoustic
wilderness.

Frowning Sulong Fazwan sat glumly in the train
Riding through the forest and mountainous terrain
A forced upon vacation, a supposed getaway
From a corrupted partner, leading him astray
"Don't let this be your ruin, hold up your career
"Never lose your temper" [which was very near]
Though the man was caught, Sulong still was angry
This break must be the thing, to bring back his sanity

A Hallmark Moment

Man of sedition
Father of revolution
Lasting conviction

soon the lights
will dim
clouds will
veil the stars
what then will the sun
do in the morning
to tear
the curtain apart

MIDNIGHT SUMMERS

midnight summers, sultry dreams
feverish thrashing among silken sheets,
living the moment ravished by the ecstasy
of another heart beating into your own.
sad morning epiphany – all will end in
a sudden flash of Time.

Proud To Be An American
From the hills of Connecticut onto the plush green sod of Virginia
We shall be eternal grateful for family & friends
Those soldiers that have taken a hit for freedom's cost
The price of loyalty that sets men's hearts free to live
A precious cost by which to recieve & a servant who will give
Shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plough
A lone child desperately searching in the night
The tug at the heart should light the inner spark to what we were waiting for

FM radio back talks
the stillness
outside the frozen
tracks wait for
shadows
rush hour
sewing buttons
on dress shirts
repairing pants
shinning blades
counting money
talking beneath
myself
organizing
remnants
shoring up my
life
persona

patient stars
diffused shine
an epic shower
of an age

marvels in archive
collections
treasures
forever I forget
and in dreams
remember
poignant reflection