Are We Crackers

Is our earth really in trouble or just
cracked up the middle, people starve
in Rome now without so much as a
squealing fiddle,
We invented money but can’t
spend what we got, had an honest
singer once but he went and got shot.

We never chase the rich for the
money that they owe, seems they
always have lawyers now, to look
after their dough.

Alone, I found myself with kids all grown
so I guess fate had given the nod,
there was nothing at all hindering me
so I decided to sail abroad.

I'd always yearned to see Europe
it appeared I'd been granted my wish,
so I traveled through England and Scotland, too
where I was also allowed to go fish!

When I returned I met with my daughter
for some ale, and a three foot-long sub;
I wanted to share of my journey
so we went to our favorite "pub".

pole stare
gather at the fire

I am mercurial in regards
of the mirages

slurry juice sluice

splashs out
the gashs
open mouth

the hunger shoes
fall one by one
the fingers grip

the long brunette
cascade
spillway
rush

rush on

THE HALO EFFECT
I color my memories
lavender-blue
and bring sunlight in
for everyone to see
where there was none
entirely true
for me

Time sanctifies the years
Tears wash away the sins
A well-placed halo
will make the dark seem
less dim

The sun came out at night, it was a reflection
The moon came out in the daytime it was real
The stars are there day and night I see only half.
Take these things in, and know what you see.

light flickers and glows
fickle and fancy in manner
illuminating illusion,
delusion,
and the almighty hallucination
playing hocus pocus
with the mind's eye,
teasing truth to tears

I've seen love in pink charade
death as escapade
monsters grining from under the bed
jaunty parades of the lingering dead

light,
forever the cosmic clown,
wildly firing jolts and bolts,
knows no bounds of brilliance
or terror

Introduction to the Great Mason

For Nothing is aught else but Cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.

Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.

God have mercy
Give me another chance
Let me erase the past
And redraft my cast

My life has been
A big mistake
Lord, give me power
To cut and paste

Oh, how I’d like
To change my life
Especially the parts
I’ve cried and sighed

Can I choose
the actors in my play?
If so, it'll be
my happiest day!

Your Holiness, give me
Insight to realise
What is going on
Inside their closed minds.

you define love so beautifully…only with a subtle difference …you are an idealist
today’s world is sexiest…they still feel
‘’’love lies between the thighs’’
and
that's what makes the world come out
from closets
as gays
and lesbians
the third sex LGBT
ought to also be recognized
as the channels of sex
as human minds are as different
as the urinary tract and hearing system