With awe, I watched as God used paint today.
On bright blue canvas splashing silver hue,
He joined with breath his works of brushes play,
creating dog and dragon, kangaroo,
then blew them all apart, to float defeated
and dissipate in depths of gentian void.
I contemplated time, how past’s retreated
and lost, as those soft clouds now seemed destroyed.

wall curve
where light echoes
and sound fades

windows by thin windows

in the wind the cedars cry
there are miles of history
laying deep within the
clay banks embrace

lost to the bridges shadow
the birds dipping wing

there are more passions
tossed in petals
loosened come spring

but now the dark wing
of winter swings
its claws hungry for its
clasp
its treasure heart
it values most
for a queens want

In mind seeds a thought
dwelling in the sub conscious
till births a poem

Once green of spring, now brown leaves lay,
once vibrant heart now cold and gray.
The seasons change, and I should’ve known
That the frosty storms and tempests blown
Shall kill the life of feeble flowers
While cold rain comes in sheets and showers,
While life goes on, it flows subdued
Streams undercurrent's sombre mood.
Just so, one wintry glance alone
From frigid king - man cold as stone -
Shall freeze the gentle heart, and then
‘’Invidia vincit amorem,”
The heart once free now lives enslaved

One bright summer's day, when the sun made one blink,
Fred-Belch came to visit his good mate, Fat-Freddy,
who, with his long tongue, which is sticky and pink,
was capturing flies. (Which I think is icky).

Fred-Belch, when he barks, excited and loudly
(which happens quite often when herding the sheep)
has a habit of burping (he does it so proudly)
that gained him the nickname he’d rather not keep.

So' Westerly wind
bringing the warm rain to me
from across the waves
life is drawn up from the sea
Atlantic water so free.

The wind in my land
dances with summer's hot air
which cools when it rains
the heat can be intense
when the rainy days are gone

Once there was a wind
that passed by this home of mine
we were all threatened
the weather man feared to tell
the vast damage it would bring

Never quite hip
never quite timeless
but
definitely always fearless

In rainbow ships
your chakras less
so
probably never tireless

Vibrations flip
in streams of stringless
chords
perhaps always hapless

Creation is definitely always something...

I see you through the stained walls of my home,
Your window is open
And my heart is beating way too fast.
I can sit back and enjoy now that I'm all alone
My heart would be broken
But I don't care no more for it won't last.
John just left a few minutes ago-
And I gave him what I had.
I never told you how beautiful you are,
But you are amazing, my love,
Those are some nice tits you have.
Now I'm ready for the show,
Oh, and-
I love the tattoo on your back.

Before I met Azrael
and knew of the
profound
dividing veil
my soul, innocent
slept indulged
believing only willows wept

Then a twinkle in unfledged eyes
that spoke of things to be
extinguished
unexpectedly

I’d thought we only died when we got old

Where, tell me
did his endless story go?
What other world is being set aglow