Castle black; of ashes
Burning on a swamp of fire
withholding self-
And 'em stones and saphire
One fall a thousand feet
Lies in ruin a temple and shire
A Priest rests in grave
Breathing smoke from the pyre
His eyes closed-
Wearing a face of gold
In his wake lies the tomb
Of years young and old
With a tear he awakes
To witness a weather so cold
Wither and then he aches
With the dread one beholds.
In shadow he awaits
For the need of a blue sky

tummelt welt
burn walk
the cottonthread tapestry
ratchet locked in its bitter metal bit
in a night taught as satin
deep as the dark
that suffers in the mouth
of the wax
uttering
its flickering licks
and whimpered
depths

..

Abstract,
Pretty faces,
Midnight races,
Foreign places,
Caught in the bustle of this craziness,

Lost in translation,
Is an understatement,
Of a state of mind so tragic,

Magic,
That's the feeling,
Lights of the main street,
So blinding,
Foreign girls,
So intimidating,
Breathing,
Getting heavy,
Cool breaking,
Now I'm faking.

But the wind is so gentle,
So I mellow,
A midst the vapor,
Emotions taper,

Facts of existence

We can't totally ignore reality
can we?
anyone who has walked this path once
must know only truth prevails
behind us......

once one has gone
that we call
character and integrity
all else is
WAFFLE ISN’T IT?

Mammals
to include humans
have navels
that only shows...
A and E ..
they too were conceived..

the Internet makes us wiser
day by day....
Theory of genes...
thus prevails

There is a lot that's going on
My wifi is off, car is down
I purchase one day of wifi
And a rental, Nissan Sentra

Watching another murder case
There is a lot that's going on
This man is a real life monster
He killed his wife who loved him so.

He shot her close range in the head
Then put a bullet in her heart
There is a lot that's going on
I can't imagine this evil.

at Home I AM; I'm everywhere; I'm happy, worry free
no need for growth, no need for change, content to be just me
then sent here to this manifest of horror and of beauty
my charge – conveying into form that which is still just misty

and even if, perchance, ignore the time I spent preteen
from now it seems obscene, so ignorant - serene sixteen
and even worse, mistakes I've made throughout the years between
for, here, there's no way altering the things I've done and been

positive/negative
our violence attracts
nes pas

you loathe for bruises
I loan work
the business
of worth

and yet

tension drawn
between us
is like the earth
and the moon
tides of passion
the twain never
shall meet

...