Twelve times I had come and
Stood on mountains of earth
First the Aries Warrior
Last the Pisces Dreamer and
Now as the observer of time
I had cursed my last departure
Into this cave of darkness
Why had I come this time?
This time was not for me
This I felt instinctively
This I knew subconsciously
As I looked I did not judge
As I touched I did not love
I felt insanity tear at my reality
Twelve times I had witnessed being and
In being I rode the waves of time

How you have fought so hard & fierce
My one truest love is gone from here
A challenge to be free is a question of time
My one solution is using my mind

Living on the edge & it's going to my head
Sitting up at night all alone in bed
Following the rainbow to the sky
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by

Our war were in is almost over
It's so hard to believe I lost a lover

At my desk in Playa del Carmen, Mexico like much of the small villa,
it is marble one-inch thick smooth, cool and solid,
dissolved and fossilized polished to a brilliant crystalline finish.
I marvel at its finish marked with millions of crustaceans.

It inspires me to appreciate that we are like that
marble still being polished and integrated.

The Thames
Hudson
Mississippi
Lawrence
Amazon
Nile
Ganges
Jumuna and Brahmaputra
all move on
so does like wise man
nothing strange about it
we finally merge with the ocean of Time
in the Cosmos
Eternity
Infinity and Wilderness
all meet at one point some time
as also souls, if any,
of human kind
but that is only known to unseen Divine
so all keep on penning poetry
indelibly
All still read thee
At least I do

MOVING ON

loved ones move on
and friendships die
life is a river raging in Time
and all is swept away.
gone are the voices
that filled a painful void
and memories no longer
soothe our loneliness.
a sudden moment changes
the day and we no longer
see things the same way
and what we lost we know
we will never regain.

Kipling's East and West
Now meeting in missile fest
Oppressed and Obsessed

Heroin
sex
a cup of tea
that is a satori

A heavy crack, the fracturing of my shell;
where I – a small worm inside – warp pinkly
raw in the new, fatal freedom of
inflating into the full glut of persona:

misled by the echo; a lung-less struggle to
indulge completion dampens my wings,
stunted in static awe:

Awake again with only this
Pen to place me back
To sleep
Slipping from a quiet majesty of
Velvet darkness --- I've emerged the
Half-sleeper caught between two worlds
While the night shift keeps on working
The honey of my mind is
Challenged by the drug of time
There is a time when all men should
Sleep forever or should have
Slept forever
I am still asleep
Or ---not awake
Sitting here pounding at
Keys with numb flesh