there
out of the blue
soft cuts like runs the rain
crawling
like a naked branch

we flinch in the window
starlight flood
waking in the clearing of
the storm

water falling like thoughts
rapid like breath
the heavy steps of heat in
the walls inching through
the pipes to the heater

samosa coffee in the cup
like warm dreams
the untested kisses
resting in breaths

you now seem to be taking...
poetry classes

as titles you choose confuse
you said springs
I thought of a couch
how it would spring

then was amazed to see
the natural spring,
no not of fountains rivers and streams
but those with which nature does spring

you are one great one
sometimes you count dawns...
now springs
are you adept at seasonal abacus
my, why do I have to fuss

you really meant the spring
after autumn
skipping winter ....

Do not disturb me
while I think,
I think a lot of things
and even if I look askance
the brain cells are at work, 
doing a dance of thoughts,
that like the game of chess, 
change places and congress.

Words file past doors of memories, 
or stop to take a break, 
or merge with other centuries, 
digress,
their colours like cameleons 
go through such metomophoses,
they end up fixed and even on my page, 
the second stage. 

TOYLAND

I turned the light to dim
as day was slowly dying
into Horizon blue
crimson red.
shadows of a pale sun
danced across my bed.
the noise of living faded
into dream
where I found peace
again.

There is no warmth outside today
when ice and sleet cover the ground
beneath a freezing sky of gray
whose cold winds set the pines to sway.
No hints of autumn to be found.

For this is winter at its worst
no thoughts of spring come into mind
shoulders hunch, cold lips are pursed
I survey a landscape that seems cursed
a world described, at best, unkind.

Conservative Christian fundamentalism
I know good people who hold these beliefs
they are blind to fatal flaws of thought
I tear my hair,
face sinks to my hands
despair

Corporations
are anti human
anti planet
and support only profit.

The facts are clear
CEO’s salaries,
corporate incomes
rise rise rise
as the people get poorer

I can`t believe you`re gone
I can`t believe you died that day
I can`t believe there is no us
I can`t believe your wondrous eyes
Were martyred to an unknown cause
You; mixed with steel and dust
For all the world to see
You; crushed
Your spirit flung
So unprepared
In screaming shock
At such sudden unplanned exit

Today is that day
that came early today
as tomorrow you may say

but tomorrow never comes
that’s all I can say
for it always becomes a today

all 'todays' cluster as yesterdays
with memories of all todays
as sands of times pieces
one may say

you can recollect all your todays
glorified in shelves of times
but tomorrow is a conjecture,
it will come
but as in another garb
and you may or may not be there
to welcome

I love the winter, its silent cloak
thrown over thoughts, and time,
it's white whispers whistle through my hair,
blown flakes like butterflies spin
to make me blind,
no depth, just void.

It's voice, an echo of the night,
it's light gives cold it's bite,
as seagulls fly in gusts,
the trees, they bow.

We brave the elements,
reach out to catch the staff
stumble through great mounds
of crystals, sharp,
strive to reach the fire.

The Silver Crown

And end thus came of Inve's life
and hidden since, his witch and wife
within the woods that claim her name
and now her dreadful, wicked fame:
Queen Tantalla now rules alone 5
with silver crown and wooden throne.
For Tantalla, the fairest dread
had sought to rescue prince from dead.
She bore his body to her lair
and with dark magic did prepare 10
a ceremonial, final rite
when bright was glade under star light.