repellant of the first foot out meteorite
in place of govern nonexistence. a sprinters cell
lacking the revelation for craters of cesspool
grafts,but impacts as a plume of ash
for sure clue chanced traces of thine dinosaur
upwelling of mound fissures clips grit shadowed
evaporite sulphates latinate of a doubled aggro
some fashion to call airy the merger
patrol ships on the cloud moist highway
sprite the sandals and garden closets
red of the repine rosy, our blood specter

can I take you down?
to the river or the sea?
call down to earth
land on a sharp end of me
thoughts are in mind

can we be something?

I have been in love before
I have been hurt
can you heal my heart?
can you make me happy again?
can your soul save mine?

I might refer to love
but mean true love

Which human was born before the hills,
Or which man measures the age of a rock
Callop on the flank of bucklers,ready heaps
And his flame of wet branches, dry up
The trees and dead stones of horns in graphite dust

pencil in the articulated slink
in the shadows
hair in bangs fallen fallow
brilliant like mink

We texture
us extravaganza
eyes disc cartography
gleam like obsidian
bling

falling into the pools
Succubus
extortion
and my fingers
search for the
pulse tip satin skin
riding like a coaster
beatufiul devoter
Incubbus intrepid

Stop

i was great once

no

i was

and i’ll wipe that fucking smirk
off your stupid face

you sit there,
laughing
i hope you burn

you think you’re a charmer
yeah these idiots
may flock

hold you up
on a 10 foot
pedestal

but i’ll get a chainsaw
cut you down
and then we’ll see

who's smiling

Stop me

when my soul loses compassion
and tramples on others' hearts
to attain my own desires,

when I fall and succumb to my rage.
and choose vengeance over justice
to hurt another so much more

when ego blinds me from the truth
and my mistakes are repeated
out of sheer ignorance and pride

when I am losing self-respect,
walking on the path to ruin,
and my conscience is lost from sight

stop me with your words and your love
pull me back to my senses,
free me from the madness inside

When Poets depart

at times we have a heavy heart
when good poets depart
why did poetry ensue?
no one knew

but on these sites one needs to take care
be aware faces we see are different
and
heaven knows why at times becomes indifferent

but good poets surface up all at some time
and
so within reach one does in poetry climb

but
keep it in mind
poets leave as does time
far behind.....
in the folds of eternity
where to search
no poet has any time!!!!!

every single time
the sea returns to the shore
it brings fresh changes

Depth hot tease
stirs motes of life
protesting rise
the waltz pressed
up against the flesh
of sleep
to gasp and strain
exposed
hungry for the sky

Growing
tasting the fingers
of rain sluicing
rushing
drowning filling
washing
basking drying
climbing

Love is a bloom
gulping fast the
nutrients of taste
bruised by the
beating of hail
and scolded with
frost