The air is heavy
with hot, hazy sunshine.
Yesterday's golden glow
now sultry and oppressive.
Rivulets run
and a sweaty torpor
pervades.

As the sky darkens,
a welcome whisper of cool breeze
stirs in the branches of overhead trees.
The distant rumble of thunder
gathers momentum
as the first drops
fall.

SISTER DEAREST
no forgiveness can enter my heart;
no love can claim its domain.
I looked with eyes blinded by
false smiles and lies unworthy
of the womb that once held us,
you painted me in palettes
of jealousy and hate, and tried
to destroy me with the venom
of a serpent’s tongue.
but I am older now
and mamma Is gone.
no evil can touch us,
no devil can curse us.
no prayers can save you
from yourself…
Christ have Mercy.

Exercising is not fun.
It hurts when I do it,
it hurts when I'm done.

Personal trainers are demons from hell.
"One more, you can do it"
they scream and they yell.

Feel the burn,
stomach turns.
No pain, no gain --
No problem!

Reps and sets,
dripping sweat.
Sweet Jesus,
are we finished yet?

I met a Jim at the gym,
all ripped, buff and slim.
Pumps iron with ease
while I grunt, groan and wheeze.
I hate Jim
and the gym.

they found him dead
three, maybe four days
a few nibblings
from his beloved cats

trapped alone
imminence
finally called

an open door
for escape
would have been nice
...for the cats
but I'm sure
he didn't begrudge
their indulgence

dead is dead
hunger is hunger
compunction be damned

not his explicit motto
but to all who knew him
that's how it was

Vast expanse of naught
the gaping maw of defeat
unjustified scorn
from others bent on deceit
undermining all
overshadowed by ego
perhaps unaware
the truth will conquer a lie
a broken soul left to die

crux of lips..a crushed pressed purgatory rouge
and teeth slight agape as white as pearled marble wrists
in the story
of revenge and Love
the queen in waiting
heart of a Dove
Hatred simmers
while the brands wait
and a shadowed state
these affairs
of transpire
drip sweat
the tension climaxed
headinesss
swelling of inscence
born innocence

Under the pale moon,
two samurais on the bridge,
sharpened blades singing,
eyes glaring at each other,
determined to win
or embrace the end of life
for the sake of their masters.

Summer's first showdown,
witnessed by their friends and foes.
Chosen champions clashed
to honor the lords they serve
Alas, treachery
comes in the form of a bird,
claws blinding its target's eyes.

ITS THE BEAST
TAKE ON THE LEASH
UNDER THE MOON
WE SUPPOSE SOON
ALL DOGS WILL LIE
UNDERNEATH DA MOON

DOGS WILL LIE
I SUPPOSE INSIDE
DO YOU EVEN CARE
WHERE IS THE INSIDE

IN A CAVE
WE ALL BEHAVE
I SUPPOSE WE ALL GO
TO GOD IN THE END

PEACE

once
grew a glimmer of hope
in the eye of Time

a tenuous promise
in the tears of Duration

but in its fragility
it crumbled and dissolved

and fell

leaving a stain of sorrow
on one of Forever's footprints
.