the binding head meets the turbine river o!

alloy and to the sights, rusts annoy
the chrome of colour chromatography
distasteful marjoram for the hand pleaders
that smelt the soul, with jest teasers
same with the blizzard fog, and gizzards
torn and stained between the teeth

the size of accommodation is huge
none left undiscovered in rediscovery
primate prints, and yolk shells
therein the flesh drains, must dwells
with the lightening stroke of harsh pelts
strove that men mustn't be Topsy-turvy ash gust

dug in
the shovels creep
the bones of stones
in summer light
suffice a prayer
some Aubrieta
tend down the
years
wrapped up
in care

the summer
lights turned
golden haze
for all the
years have
come and gave
we've blessed
these times
that life has
given
the struggle
triumphs
where now
tears riven

your last breath
shes gone
what the fuck
how do you know
nurses they know everything
even if they are your sisters
dad layed on top of you
crying
dont leave me
but you did
peacefully
beautifully
and now the emptiness
of having no mom
swallows me down
into a batter of despair

In this scalding sun
the distance is always the same
The space shimmers
thrown about
the waves are bent into distortions
bitter with the flavor of light
enhanced softness
like the air
melodic and lost

..

when I compose
I go into a trance

as if I'm in Paris
in France

or going around in romance
yes prance

as I poetically dance

obscure to the world around
I am to be spectacularly found

NOT to any law bound!
poetry is emotional display
we play
our own way

They thought they had killed him
after they had impaled him with blades.
They had bled him and buried him
in an unmarked grave at the glade.

Marcus had sold his soul to the Devil
when wealthy men had shown no mercy.
They had done him a great evil
when they raped and burned his family.

He had sought justice for them
only to be denied by cowardly villagers
In his rage, he was damned
when he became one with the darkness

From The Mist

Ancient forrests grew thick and tall
upon this forrest a strange mist would fall
enshrouding all in a shimmering light
casting an eerie glow ,throughout the night

A creature emerges from the mist
with eyes ablaze as he spat and hissed
talons on the end of each sinewy hand
here the beast took it’s final stand

The rotten stench,of burning flesh
is interwoven in the mesh
of this ageless ones being
known by all,yet never seen

Hammer on the fresh patches
tape of old rivet holes
sing in the wind
when they work loose
Jacket on a hook
rumpled as the Pines
Top fuel add weight
already the days dimming
the schedule late

crates a barrel
villagers and the crews
scorn
They dont know we
will this airborne

Bounce hit hard
then grabs the sky
like the eagles do
Left pedal
in a slipstream

Lucky charms
and little prayers
Number two
runs a hand
through thinning
hair

waiting to smile with you

Smiler's follow me
nice smile yours ....
people must be on all fours..
my salutations...
I love all smilers...
you are added on..

Smile is the elixir of life...
that oils the rusted mind...
and
we all then move along....
happily in smiles...

so smile along with me...
as we all walk the poetic mile....
kindly smile all the while...
all you young ones out there
in poetic glare

all young ones
smiles with me do share...