brittle star
reef dwelling armour
stud clamour minotaur

dinosaur silence scientists
endanger with saw scholastic
score sore densely hair
calcite carbide chemist
in mist mint dressed lamb lab
fibers febrile
the spiritual capacity of in-necessity
in vertebrae spinach brae hay
drear day play mast
pageant rise
ferocious that a mustang can kill
wheel meal that is all that meal
palm oil veal plangent tranquil

Give credit to the creator....
we all are such ones ....each one of us …you too are a creator of likes ...
even if you can’t comment or don’t wish to...

We all share in this world what little we know....
Let egos be shelved
and help share what others know.....

I am a creature of sharing...by now all do know....
share that I know ...and what through my eyes does flow
as a butterfly flies and glows ...the candle -----its life blows....

So I want to know
what am I in this life?

the answer's cutting edge
surely cuts like a knife

because there has to be a blade
that's honed and cuts true

and that's the blade deep inside of you.

They'll blame it on surroundings
and the powers that be,
blame it on the wind, or the fallen tree,

I'm not going to let them blame it all on me,
I'm just a star Universally.

Who am I,
in the grandest of schemes?

a reflection of my life
plus my wildest dreams,

Courtesan blood
rubied
this saturation
like the weather

bold lonliness
steps loud
down oiled walls
bright and lacquered

the jangle of keys
from full length leather
creaking in her lean
with a hip
the perfume
blazing in the cold
damp cooking
smells and neglect
the grand empress
swaying with age

light falls into the shadows
stretching
tired on an oriental
rug
chaise lounge stacked
tumbled with magazines

Diri sa gamay na kahon,
Gina abli nako ang mga pensamintong lawom
Ga laag, ga laag,
Ga lihok.

Diri sa gamay na kahon,
Mas kusug ang tingog sa orasan
Tik tak, tik tak
Nag siyagit.

Kining kalaga ang maoy mu tag- an sa iyang kataposan
Muhigda siya lugar na walay pagpamulak,
Mabungol ang mga dalunggan; ug mga baba ma amang
Kamatayon ang Heneral na akong tagaan sa akong saludar nga tinud-anay.

sit close to me...

but i like alone
its a place i know
youve found me
here

made your place

made me yours
behind closed doors
and the terrace
tops

marriage could
hold you
more then these
useless arms

only good for pushing
never taking

gentle
tender
loving

my scars
dont touch them
so you put your
own down

made me burn
and ache
forever
each time
i hear the
songs

never meant
for me

but you watch

In Truth,
the only colour that matters
is not worn by the skin
but the one defining the heart

These are the first inlets
into gay gerunds
while the loop-holes
are gaiety green

Child, o your windows
shrewd me in crude suckt
and i burn as a star dust
gramercy gape at your gap

I pet a beckoning threnody
not enamel crack of grievance
as milk vessels crevice
in lamb dental's

Moats that mould
can afford no out-lets
and when the bricks mature
biers erect ivory like dolmen

When I dream of two cocks fighting,
I seem to imagine two poets
dribbling with a voluminous load of words,
trying to sort out
who amongst them will come first ….
I dream of a day when they all queue up
for a Nobel
but somehow I am ushered in... My best critiques yell.... hold it, tis unfair
he doesn’t know a dime of poetry
we dive into deep seas
in search of oysters with diamonds,
not pearls,
metaphor is all the more
the sign of a poet
a simile for a smile, maybe

erotixa

slips in between the sterile beauty
the beast machine
nudges my chest
nipples still chilled
from the bold cold
that crept up inside
the last warmth

the light shines on fragments
of my shoulder
held together
by bad dreams
and lurid words

doll head dreams
on faded screens
"lipstick and tweezers"
she says sitting
straight up
eyes open
parted mouth