Once life has its run
Mr. Luck and Logic meet
They challenge and bet
on who'd win, who'd retreat.

They set out once a journey .
They rode a shabby car.
It only took them half the way
then declined to go too far.

If we spend here this night(they thought)
and get some place to sleep.
It's getting a way dark here,
and dimness'll shortly creep.[/i]

the shift wind light
beneath the pool
the crescent task
of hues long stilled

the drywood floor
mellow with age
the trunks and trinkets
touched with age

shine moonlight enter
the world of dreams
alight alive the archives
center

hinge rove eccentricites
beneath the coil fabric
wire..the bakelite switch
and clear sixty watt bulb

The man, he strives for
Greater depths
The demon sighs, and
Counts his steps

The mortal coil, slips
From debt and wine

The demon laughs-
And cracks his spine

His eye awakes
Within eternal sleep

The demon dozes
On dirty sheets

Step up to the hit parade
keep both eyes on the ball,
every rat must join the race
that's why, they start to crawl.

Born under signs both good, and bad
ugly's in the eyes,
ignore those moving curtains
you'll spoil your surprise!

Avoid falling into a well
don't be silly, or you'll get hurt!
Ol' Lassie cannot save you
from the confinement of the dirt.

When you touch me softly and gently,
All my problems disappear physically and mentally,
Your touch first starts at my spine,
It lets me know everything is fine,
Your touch lets me feel loved,
Like a higher power sent you from above,
Your voice is so sweet, so gentle,
You give me reason to be kindle,
The first time we touched,
I no longer felt the Clutch,
You have the power of Healing Hands,
For this I know you have many fans.
Written by: Trey Jones

this is an universal law

birth, life and death
applies to lilies equally….
but the only flower that survives
in pages of history,
on the shelves of time
in libraries
is a lovely rose only

a rose,
from buttons on coats,
to biers
it’s the most sought out flower…
hence give due merit to me,
there is yet to be a rose born
like ...
Lovedly

ROSE

The thorns pierce
The Rose
and it bleeds
betrayed
by its own nature

Still they live
in Odomankoma's womb,
and cast pearls
into the ocean
we call the starry sky.

They look down
into his pot,
and ask the old (wo)man

What is that black smoke
and that flashing flame?
Why do they cry
when they know
you do not hear?

Odomankoma,
wisest in all the heavens,
tells them:

That is hell,
with her new gods,
preaching fashion and make up.

My daughter sits at table
I know how she tilts her head
like mine

And she's always able
to mimic
my comedy foibles

I wonder as I gaze upon
her wistful face how
She will find herself

I will long
for her adventures
as she stumbles
into her life

My daughter
is me
but with possibilities
don't you see?

Samurai snowflakes
bird song slice through frigid air
light-hearted, the moon

~~~~~

poet code-talkers
running like fine race horses
speaking many tongues

~~~~~

never the same leaf
blossoms, silent the cherry
everything is light

~~~~~

golden calf is living
high off low economy,
rich get richer still

~~~~~~

there are debts to pay
Lucifer comes collecting,
what is left behind?