Had Jesus Chris just recanted what he stood for, he could have escaped death but he didn't. Instead, he accepted death - a death that was violently and viciously thrust upon him.

Joan of Arc at first retracted her claims to the visions she had in exchange for life but later, retracted her retractions and was sent to the stake to be burned.

MH17 shot down
Shredded corpses lay scattered
all across the ground
where the plane lies, torn asunder

Who is the author of this tragedy?
Which scum gave the order for murder?
Don't we have enough deaths already?
Why must the innocents always suffer?

I'M ASKING
Why can't we live in peace,
have the best in this life
before we leave?

TELL ME
How can we tell the children
that their parents will never return
and their future has darkened?

sun is my god and our god

can you imagine
anything born without the sun

nothing

so god is manifest
in SUN only
that only time can tell
but when I discourse with normal
intelligent humans
I don't discuss religion

' tis ones faith and belief
let them in themselves
find a relief

who am I to over shadow the heavens
and imagine a sky without a sun

then there will be
NO
HUMANS ...
ANIMALS
AND
PLANTS

NONE

EARTH WILL BE BARREN

we still see
hoping to find the God
who blesses and relieves

but where to find
such a universal being
overseeing all human
Now its 7.5 billions

can he count em?

pressed fortune
in the black oil of night
halogen feeler
ignites along the
sleeping stores
slips over cars
and fences
a living ghost of light
and everyone ducks
and freezes not breathing

some of us in the tardark
protection
some of us lumped
as abstract
heads tucked like geese
feeling like sheep
in the camo urban
fleece of everyone

across from me she sits
choking a butt
in her steady manicured fingers
we exchange what could have been
glances of amusement or a study for observable regret
"He really deserved it, I wonder why I waited so long."
That was the first thing she said
after a whole hour in silence
" I am so stoked you were there with me."
She snuffed out her cigerette as if to puncuate herself
"Ah, the look on the slobs face."
some how all my confusion and nausea
faded with her exhale that settled into a
sinister smile...
something or someone

will you love to see me crying
tears rolling daily
and all relatives weeping
along with me

will you feel happy
beyond the silent clouds
as you see your spouse
draped in white and black

will you like to see a
widow staring out of a window
and just waiting for the Sunday
that should also take her away

no I know you wouldn't like it that way
so I will spend a simple day
maybe a week
to enjoy the hours we shared together daily

when I compose
I have none in mind
I enter the one I am reading
and you think its me

that's the whole beauty
of an actor of poetry

you should not let any one know
who or what lies between
you and mystery

tis your self ordained destiny
some one
say some one
will think of me
who am I
certainly not me!
tis the one who resided
in me temporarily.....

stilted
whorl
dark as starlings
lean tiny against
the giant days
the gaunt bed
with its night remains
the television dream
stains

copulations of stars
like grams fired
the water rising
in a gurgling world
overflowing capacities
lull
crawling like silver
flesh in the shaded
contours of carpet
the waxed nicotine
yawl of time
scratched like a trapped
pack
menthols from the
sunshades pack