submerged within the listless reverie
a time stamped tear

empty café
espresso dried porcelain
in the gloaming

unfinished pledges
woven garlands
lay limp

sculptures of
gritty plaster
empty easels

unharvested gallery
Renaissance plucked

the reins of fate
only teased

Thank you so much so to say

despite your busy schedule
you do find some time
to come my way …
how then from Neopoet
I can stay away
when many think of me
as you do …

some if not many
say words so few
as much as keep on going bard
work at poetry very hard

someone also asked me to join
a workshop to my mind refine

the best one of them all
loves to chastise
does make a final call
you know who that one could be
that only one after all...

Spendthrift….

I spend to live,
I dare not give
Stands to reason
this, a kind of treason.

Treason I say straight from my heart,
this is a betrayal to all of mankind.
When did our selfish world then start,
when did I opt out, become hard to find

Captain’s of industry or
just plain greedy men.
Hidden inside their words,
they eat enough for ten.

I care not for life’s motley crew,
a charity in which I never participate
Those who find selfish hard to do,
don’t deserve the right to celebrate.

bruise
deforest ideals
with a blow

sacred shrines
aflame
with dusk fires

have we forgotten
is our end
shattered

hold your hand
before the gleam
the halo
the star

The wind is roaming
while my thoughts are imprisoned
in the gentle rain.

She's up early
trying to recall that crazy-in-love-feeling
but today
she can only find the crazy part

and the moon hanging in morning light
only helps to make it seem
unattainable.

Their morning is spent in silence,
they have coffee and toast,
he reads
she dreams,
a quick kiss goodbye
and both wonder

what happened.

WHO AM I?

I am a complicated
and complex entity
the vessel of a million genes\
and more
the sum total of all humanity
is in me
and in others before.

I anguish over the mystery
of my being
for the beginning
may be clear
but my ending I
s what most I fear.

I've seen them pass
one by one
ten little Indians
and soon none

No word from the other side
if another side is my destiny

cocooned
in depression
covered
in fibrils
of time

whimpering
until I am mute
so reduced
I am a fading
chrysalis

my wounds
bleed a cruel tide
rivers of my blood
whisper away
set free

burn out my eyes
I shall fear no death
I cannot know
what I
cannot see

so the wings
of a phoenix
carry me home,
and I rage
against time

A coffin lowered
the Sun blood stained and weary
never ending tears.

Squander your wealth on selfish wants,
Spend it all with no regrets,
Because taking it with you,
You might as well forget,

No you can’t take it with you,
And you won’t be coming back,
This much I know for sure,
Cause I ain’t never seen a Hearse with a luggage rack,

No you can’t take it with you,
This much is plain,
Because your dead,
So what use would you have for it anyway,

Spend your money,
Or give it to a friend,
Don’t worry about how much it costs,
Because you won’t care in the end,