Sit in the pew,
sing your songs,
and hope your prayers go past the ceiling.
Whilst the people all around you smile
while secretly hating you.

Trundle up the hill in grief,
then thunder down,hot tears in rain

Wedge your nose into a rose,
as if to learn to sniff again

Find your feet, raise up and plod
on the self same, old beaten track

Peer in lost curiosity at shops, once known,
interiors now, are starkly black

Realize, you've done all this before
and wonder also, too

Why all the horror of the world
has been lost on some, but loosed on you

But know: this is just the ennui talking
that late afternoon palliative rose

Languorus strokes
trace the texture and curves,
the heat gently burns
deep in the pit of my soul

Wooing areola
the tip of your tongue
glides to its target
teasing tips to a frenzy

All reason flees
as straps feather,
brushed lightning
dimples my arms

I am lost in desire
I'm a slave to need,
the langer presses
urgency in its pulse

a spark ignites
as passion collides,
arising to your mouth
lips fire the flames

wheels go round picking up gravel
hubs dirty slowly turning
cold hands on worn handles
driving to the warm mall
for the escapade of
movement
and momentum
beautiful sights
and the din of its
social sound

...

To Sir with Love
By Lovedly

I really miss you so,
What a poet
would ever I have been
Jess
if you had been so kind
not to kick me

The deserving get the salutations
and
you are Jess
above all my hearts palpitations

without your kicks on my behind
I would have been lost
and
just left far behind
in this vast ocean
I call time

not without
any reason or rhyme...

When innocence no longer knows fear
the rivers of earth will unleash a baptism,
as anger fades with their ancestors genes
souls of the Guf will forevermore fly free

Evils are blinding the light of humanity
spotting the gaze of the troubled
stealing the hearts of the lost,
a graver threat now revolutionizes war

We've only one chance to save our world
do not waste it with greed and envys lies,
now with connections made planet wide
the danger has never been more imminent

My voyage starts
ere the sunrises
in the Far East
always beyond yonder hills
any where you may see

the ship sails away
in the opposite direction
to the West
the sun knows it,
it chases me daily
as I reach the port
my ultimate destination

it helps me guide
to where I park
ere I get lost
in the dark
and
then it wishes me
Good bye
Do rise.....

Whirling Dervish

There are hearts that never feel
and souls as cold as steel
who like Whirling Dervishes
dance to disconnect --
Creators of blissful trances
and release into madness.

The bodies have begun to pile
the stench of death grips the air,
no more can innocence find shelter
as the structure of humanities wall

Crumble into chaos

Nations strike the heart of the East
Boom ! Again and again and again,
still corpses pile up rotting in streets
as peace finds herself slipping away

Piece by bloody peace

Strangers weep for sisters and brothers
a bond not of blood, but unified grief,
we seek to find reason in a maelstrom
we search soul less eyes for compassion

finding only empty vessels 

Hardened by a retoric of brainwashed lies
they've become monsters of suicide
the boogie man under the bed but now
hes sighting the streets in plain view,

She or He ? But WHO ?

Fear has found a home in innocent hearts
children of the night gather trembling,
Knowing not where the next bullet
or bomb or missile will finally strike home

Stealing infinite breathe

I dream of listless easy days
when nightmares came only to dream,
and a light of the purest innocence
rests unsullied on the heart of man

Hate is breed into humanity
Its time to replace those genes

POETICS

I write as the music flows
from soul to heart and heart
to mind
I don't always sing in meter
and rhyme:
I am not in search of the sublime
for form may the truth hide
and all human traits falsify
then lose my words in a lie.