'sans all will you...'''

this is the most creative desire
of all human
man and woman

I have composed so many
as Shakes...too did...

'''sans all will you...'''

fill in the gaps as teeth fall

mouth smells and ink dries et al
kiss now my balding head
and
when dead just fly a flying kiss

but with tearful eyes
when there will be for momentary
no smiles
but sparkle in your eyes
see how time flies?

Word has reached the team
Digit is back to blow off steam
Still Killer and Nevermore
have yet to make a score

The insider is ready for action
Grace is waiting for instructions
while Dr Chaz dreams of facing Digit
to end the king's heartbeat

The reporter is their informer,
gathering datas to brief the others
When the key players are in place
they planned the first phase

This is the war council
where hunters assemble
in the fight against the ruthless,
monsters wearing human faces

blood pressure needle
its little arm
the echo voice
in the chamber room
faces
Close..focus
Hello..How charming
I fade in
I fade out
Locked to the table
thrashing
The demons
are lashing
the needle
pour in ur poison
ur plan
the cameras in the
ceiling
the crash bus the rear seat
constabular ride
Here they plot my future
or end
send me to a coma
like before
But Im here
watching outside
the glass
while the rain slips

Vigilance coarse on palms swift knead
the pressure band
In a strangers land
Waves of heat
In the dust of a slick
Sheen of sweat
beset eyes of shock
and automatic intuition
strap webbing and slippery
magnesium floors
The roar thudding out
surrealisms scene
and the whump
of the
Mortar
....

when the dearth of bronze is cast
hollow sprinters that magnify passivity;
when they bud to humans,
brothers, of the holy ears
phases the regression of outgrown eerie
the blackness for burning kettles
on wood fires: scaly
where there is molestation of name
the flaw of creations lingering in the universe
or a game of cards, the jar of hearts
in the ghastly befall of evening nights
and for fragrant fouls new men are stranded
the eyes that deliriums pellucid festivity

Coquette

Absently she twirls a strand
of saffron colored hair
and peers at you with limpid baby blues
impossible to understand
yet vividly aware
that she is sending out misleading cues

TIME!
It changes all things
It never rests despite if we do
In a world obsessed with technology
Robots and Androids seen in films
Are sure to soon be a reality
On Earth as servants and friends

Imagine a world where pets are replaced
By animatronics
Who take care of themselves and are around
To make us happy
Where servants and services are replaced
By androids and robot labor

my body screams
in silent agony
in the wake of pain
and misery.
its layers slowly peeled away
from me
as seconds stretched
to an eternity

when breathing hurts
the feeling is beyond words
caged in mortal skin,
is the cavity in my chest,
clinging to me like sin
cleansing it is the test.

a trembling, weakened man
still facing the trials with pride
as fingers twist into claws
bones aching
throughout the night