the cool tablet square
of grey skies
the red ferocity
spaced in its heirarchy

a mower drones lost
beneath the shade of summers
shadow underline

black crows shiny
as a fragment of nite
sit silent

an illusion of shape
on limbs empty

nights flare distilled
through the entropy

like roman numeral
ghosts
on book spines

bleached sheets
and well spring
baths

while a moon hunts
for the companion
gleam
of planetary host

In my father's eyes I was someone
special, treasured, his princess
he expected from me just me
no more, no less

Before my father's eyes I grew
from small baby girl
to young woman
so fast the wind of time blew

Through my father's eyes
I could literally fly
do anything I set my mind to
even set the world alight

by my fathers eyes
I was never judged
accepted for who I am
though now jaded years later

Standing at the threshold
of Death’s ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me…
As I’ve never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God’s throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.

Having been given my kingly reward,

A night of warmth, the day is here,
my beans now grow a race is clear
the soil erupts to let them through
a sea of green to feed us seen.

The nighttime heat, summer is here,
it is so hot I can't see clear,
my face the sweat do sting my eyes,
I cry dear sir please fix the air

A city awakens brushing
suicides and junkies flushing
with her human bone comb snagging
drones watch football huffing, bragging

there is undoubtedly nothing perfect
in human strife….
be it living with a girlfriend
or a lovely wife….

all seek perfection in a boy friend ….
hardly one anyone can find….
yet we all must keep perfection in mind…

and

strive to be the best that we can be….
let the rivers of perfection flow….
the aromas of roses blow…

and

as we trudge along the vast loneliness ….
in the universe ….
lets compose poetry terse …

and

Daybreaks
Bending the holy
and reflects upon antique eyes

Mishandled memories
Narcotic
Absorb the hours

Regret marinates the feast
Breaking the soured fast
To refuse

Petrified ruins of youth
Ignorance wafts through the dance
Of regret

Lissom lovers
Listless fates

One more taste where
Skin slides against skin

Moon goes down and my demons swolllow

Knarled hands hold tight
The silken wood

Tonight's Featured Poet Will Be John Keats !!

Hope to see you there

the glass slippery with its lean
the tap flowing
silent drops
and an outside rain
thunders down like a wave
of scorn

torn is the winter arriving
the hurricane ferocity
a candle lament
and the darkness screaming
through a velvet fear

burning letters
firing fonts
and vortice
whorls

the old worlds
the carnival
joy
of exposure
in the lost

our land
of Lah

beneath the
surfs rush
the hoofbeat
tempo

I recall a time when communication was as easy
As rain falling, innumerable thoughts condensing
as droplets from eaves

And then evaporating as they should
Without the need to record the feat
Of embracing gravity

A Bakelite phone clinging to the wall
with umbilical longing

The cable extending to the son that would
ring them all, eventually

On an unadulterated, innocent line
of no interest to the state at all

Save the sanity of his Mother,
slaking her thirst on his news

MAZE

I walk through the wilds
of childhood past
lost in the longing
nailed to the years by gravity,
stunned by my own existence
left to my journey of one.