Woolly heavens, your sensuous softness
envelops my muddled mind,
swathes it in the immense expanse of grey,
swept into the gaps of blue,
tossed like beaten cream into the cumulus explosions
of billowy, slow moving battle ships of thunder.

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you earthly gods!
stealing young children,
using them as sex slaves.
YOUR COLD BONES WILL CRUMBLE TO DUST IN YOUR GRAVES.

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you business men!
skinning animals,
while hearing their screams.
YOUR DEAD HEARTS WILL FILL YOU WITH FRIGHTENING DREAMS.

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you charlatans!
pretending you care.
making profit from greed.
YOUR THICK BLOOD WILL CLOG UP YOUR VEINS WHEN YOU BLEED.

Humour Me or
My New Very In Laws....

I see fat baldy men
who call themselves
judges,
they serve our number ten,
or senate, but nothing here
ever budges.

They say my written words
uncouth, or when I speak
I’m crass.
Do they not know a simple
truth, that a silly laws
a silly Ass.

glass cauldrons
twitchy electrodes
boiling
toiling
cackling nerds
wide eyed berserk
on calamity's edge

UH! OH!

poof

existance....
....extinct

I mean nada
annilhilation
everything's gone

except ...

a tiny scrap of paper
adrift in the void
scribbled words
no one will read

..."I know, 'boys will be boys',
but please don't blow up the world.
love , mom".....

certainly no uncertainty principle here!

a shining star which gleams for you
a shining star above
its light a glowing guiding torch
a shining star above
of glowing guiding lovely past
which gleams to light our way
a shining star that guides our path
a light that leads away
*
a shining star which gleams for you
a shining star afraid
its sparkle cold which draws us in
a hold we venture there
a shining star above our hearts
and peace beneath our feet
which brightens now the fallen snow
which melts our weary flesh

In the quiet of the day
I find some darkness,
come to play
upon the fringes of my mind,
in the shadow of the day.

In the gloomy mist of morn
within the fog
that shall adorn
the vista of a waning night
my love appears,
in fey, phantasmic light.

From some corner of a nightmare
does she look and does she stare
like an owl, silent, sitting,
while I, hapless, unresisting
must succumb my mind and will.

You did not see me standing at your side
I wouldn't talk as you were resting
That you had been crying as an oceans tide
Soft tears flowed that’s what called me in.

Now how do I start to heal these ills of yours?
There is no need for another physical being
This Spirit of mine reached out to your shores
Now I can deal with your disrupted feeling.

You are a creature that is sure of what to do
a point of focus a Mother so very strong
That others cannot understand the real you
Now you struggle but know where you belong

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You got me sapped
Like a genie in a bottle
Trapped

Every time my goodness rise
You cut me off at the knees
Down to size

Like a child I cry out in pain
From words tearing
Feeling disdain

Because you don't care to know
The love I have
When you kick low

I see the glistening webs
that hold all together
till the last hour of darkness
I commune in silence

sleep being a stranger
I donned a gown,
I am a night walker
the velvet dark
calls to me

the wet grass
squelches between
my toes
the indigo sky
covers my wonder
I am home

shooting stars
and satellites pass
the stars begin
their dim and
a lone silhouette
moves in the
almost light

what would I do with a middle-class, white, American woman?

probably turn to drugs
or alcohol,
while going broke,
trying to find and negotiate
her 'happy place'
as I painfully pretended to enjoy
the in-laws' family crap
and be force-fed whole gains, granola, and broccoli

talk!
she'd want us to TALK!
no no, that would be it
it would be over
so over