Stern bound beneath this blaze
falls brilliant sun
the tether held fast
worn weathered
sky yearn last

we are shadows
leaving light
a place to rest
wrapped at our
edge with light
imperiled
em passioned
steams beneath
the plates
the higher
tasks
and work in dust
the dreams are
shorn
the yoke has stuck

my court officer test is scheduled for december 13th at 2pm.
my grandpa says he is tickled pink that things are going so well,
and that that is a very good omen
because december 13th, 1959
is when he took his police officer test. he said he never forgot that.
i've actually seen his test. i saw his handwriting, and his answers.
i saw that he did very well.
i see that things come full circle.
i see that some things happen again, but fifty five years later.
he told me this is just the beginning but

Lovedly youthful Night

That you marry some one abroad
leaving all kith and kin behind
where will you solace find
and
have a peace of mind
ere the wall tears and does part
and
rains fall apart
all reigns in father's house will be snapped
by your spouse

still, as you have already so decided
the only advice
that now can be given

LEAD GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT......

The Victim
Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

In an iron sailboat
I begin the glide,
on the comet tail
of a dream

traversing the cosmos
it wound my way,
through the
unknowing Planets
to old strangers

on this journey,
the stardust
layering a new world,
is about to be gently
blown away,

as schizophrenic
butterflies escape
the corner of my grin

mysterious veils part
and closing eyes
twinkling with mist,

I shift...into a red dawn
onto the next plane.

I have worn robes
of different hues
styles and genres
but alas
only the one
fits

I have to discard
those robes
which I am so
attached to
and obsessed by

Now I realise
despite my attachment
to them
how ill fitting
and unbecoming
they are

In spite
of their colours
their dazzle
their allurement
something just
doesn't add up

Now
I cannot wait
to be adorned
in the new robe

An Old Man and the Sea

Those wise eyes
discern from a distance
we see the distant horizon
vast deep beyond
the expanding ocean
we linger in space indeed
to find a swift weed

as we surf along the waves of life
a tsunami comes astride
takes all humanity for a ride
none know where to hide
then we subside to the bottom of the sea
who are we?

Beware!
Here comes the reporter
with curiousity that bites
far worse than a black adder!

A seeker of sensational stories,
the gossip monger armed with words.
She can crush anyone's reputation
using the media as her weapon!

She claims to be
the Voice Of the People
but who's to say what drives
the persistence in that girl?

Beware of the reporter!
Keep your dark secrets hidden.
let no words you utter
discredit your own person!

the component of metamorphosis
safari and Yankari, when zing Zhao went exile
the emperor empowering jinn wei, founded gun intrepid
and R.P.G a new witches claws swoop swarm
for dusk and the dog, a sickling beside the butcher
anorexia tailor piece suit thaws pell-mell
spiral drip mechanic motor foal palings biscoe
rib-cages showing canary mercenary disco disc co-
that his voice were not truly sabotaged veterinary
himself from day slumber would have awoken,
drab loot moonbeams demand purple spaces luscious

BLADES OF GRASS

Like a blade of grass
pushing through
into a sea iridescent green
the same as all others
striving to survive under the sun
until Life's cycle is done.
so am I,
so are we all.
and we suffer
in the knowing of what is to come.