My thought hijacked punctuation
it spiked and dived in pendulous motion
tiny isomers burst in exclamation, before
I shunned their rhyming commotion

In angst, I thwarted the monotonous swings
setting my thought on a hyperbolic curve
in free space it rejoiced
surging in intense, ecstatic exultation
to a tumultuous celebration
of an inebriated mind
unshackled

SISYPHUS AND ME

Like Sisyphus
I roll that stone
all alone
every minute
of every day
and night
I fight
to push that rock
up that hill
until
it rolls down
again.

I've lost my hopes
and I sleep no
dreams.
They say it is
for some sin
against Him.
It is God's will
I've been told
still
but I choose to do the deed
until Kingdom Come
see it through
and I'll be done

I

A slick slurry, thick
with worried commuters

an oozing, slow moving spine
of the city

is rumbling to a start, at the
appointed time

somewhere among the seething throng,
heaving along the arterial roads, We

pass painted bollards, there to
remind the procession

Of some imagined sublime serenity
that lived for a while in a painted century

done in colonial colour to remind those who
dared to stand:

which corners were conquered first-
where those street names would hang

Where is God?
I always ask
and
in the same breath say
God is needed anyway
by 7.5 billion minus scientologists
we just needn't have to justify to any one
certainly not I to you
nor you to me
Let God exist
as he must hold the billions at all costs

Nothing is lost by you and me
if we don't interfere with the Almighty
where ever
WHO SOEVER
if ever, he be
why be shy of you and me
Ask God for me....

(will ye)

I grow cold and hard,
It's just the cruel touch of time,
The anger and the pain I feel,
Feeds the demons of my mind,

They shout and scream to be set free,
My rage I know just makes them stronger,
I smile and suppress the beast within,
I fear I can't carry on much longer,

As I fight,
The right and wrong begin to blur,
There is no line, no distinction,
It leaves me feeling so unsure,

I'm not a hero,
I have never claimed to be,
My heart may be cold,
But I do still feel empathy,

The genuineness of life.... emerges only when one sees.... with open eyes --------the world is a cruel place.... for young innocent ones.
NOW WITH COM- --PASSION READ THIS PLEASE

Oncoming Autumn Leaves

Sept Contest

Let’s first address the heat I feel each day.
A hundred four ain’t bad I gotta say.
It soaks the skin and all your linen too
and all this done in horses fresh green poo.

It’s humid past a man’s imagination.
Sometimes it rains as though to wash our sins
away into the gutter on to Hell.
The rains are hot and that is really swell.

And what about the length of my work day?
Some fourteen hours suck I gotta say.
The sun is far too bright, it needs a shield.
A pair of glasses I alone could wield.

Ashes of last nights bonfire
now whisked away on the chilled air
the harvest moon reflects the fallen leaves, that snap and crunch
beneath my feet

Picking up a tumbled leaf,not quite gone it’s way
I cannot help but think of how it was
once unscathed and alive without a price
to pay

The season was kinder to it then
fresh and supple it did grow never a thought given
to the coming
snow

Yet there is a calmness in this night
as the cycle moves on and thoughts
take flight