We, all trees of life

Plants bear we devour
animals kill and also flower
humans alone eat and devour
each other hour by hour

no one will leave
ere the grave
so to face critique be brave

The sun has never set they say
why then we ourselves
should we betray

we are those trees
which alone seed
the genes have become immortal
notwithstanding which tree

there is no soul
there are no spirits
it's only your attitude still
which does not yet you still!

WHEN DAWN BREAKS

I sit by my front door
open to the coming morning
and the silence of the dawn
soothes my troubled soul.
I wallow in my own mystery
alone in this semi-darkness
until daylight strikes
to reveal the world that
has isolated me from itself
and all joys of living.

From section one
Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.

From section two
while Mog the monster's free somewhere.
Mystery wraps, the demons weep,
confusion seems would close this case.

From section three
She began serving beer at the Blue Boy Tavern,
befriending an outcast,than an unknown stranger.
Friendships that would lead to nothing but danger.

Even in my most
conscious moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still asleep
Even in my most
joyous moment,
there’s part of me
that’s sorrowful
Even in my most
magnanimous moment,
there’s part of me
that’s still unkind
Even in my most
enlightened moment,
there’s part of me
that’s hard to find
Even in my highest
moment of confidence
there’s part of me
that’s still in doubt
Even in my highest
moment of clarity
there’s part of me
that’s still confused

The full moon shiniest bright inside its double ringed circle
as I hoped to see the blood moon meteorologist talked about all week.
Sad to say I missed the moment so many gazed
with their telescopes and cameras.

I pulled back the white sheer curtain to see the moon
shining its soft shine into my dark room.
A brown curtain is all that keeps prying eyes from peeping
in the sliding glass door at midnight.

working
in the midst
our time
has shown
and charred
the scars
admired
and sown
by the suns
grasp

in the gapes
of the beds
where fall
was startled

the strands
were ruined
dotting
the dark

we claimed
we drove
the ghosts
and like
a driver
the winds
evaporated
everything

the beauty
an illusion
and winter
will sing
the thorns
i feel most

The Love
of nothing

and there was the sudden outpouring of cinders
creeping up my throat and wherever else they could escape
and smoldering still, I attempted to put them out myself
but too much salt will just feed this heat.

I remembered the taste of the tears I always tried to kiss away
and I can't tell what I miss about you
maybe it's more what I miss about myself.

I saw the telegraph, wow they got it all awry
poor Mackwill I ain’t sure did no wrong, should I feel sorry
there seems to be more of a conspiracy.
they have asked me to go into the darn Police
but they, big balls, haven't sent a comfy carriage for me
through my mist of wine I could have been a bit fuzzy
yes coach and horses, big guys numbered three, well maybe
yeah they threw a body out onto the bloody cobble
that night the mist never cleared, it may have had me wobble

A little over
two and a half
millennia ago
one man sought
answers
to some of
humanity's
most troubling
questions

As the day
surreptitiously moved
across intersections
of latitude and longitude
he moved towards
resolution
like a comet in space

Mara
spun a web
of seduction
deceit and horror
in the hope
of ensnaring
the divine one
in celestial flight