Through the forest,
sunrise,
a severed heart
ascends and
writes its epiphany

you asleep as I
agonize this poem,
we slept
far away
from open arms

I yearn for
someone I did
not know

daylight

poems fall
away
in the silence
I would not know
until the dream
of you I had taken off
like a blanket
of white

dogs bark in the distance
between us.

I thought there would be more,
to this poem, I thought we could
never fall in love.

Bravo Foxtrot Juliet down, over!
Deafening silence struck
Realities eclipsed in the actual
The nation mourn in numbness

Locked up emotions
Gripped the people
With induced insanity
Fear fuelled the outrage
Tears mingled with blood

Rain washed down the sacrifices
Into the womb of the earth
On the farmland of Tunga Madaki
As one drinks water after a meal

Charred remains of corpses
Headless bodies and limbs
Scattered across the savannah
Moments before the windshield
Were healthy humans

Returned to welcomed awe
on night remembering
when heaven opened wide
to spill a cavelcade of joy
upon a bitter violent world,

gathered at the living tree
graced with sparkling glass,
not severed from its roots
but grasping good rich earth
within a tub of iron-banded cedar,

our children sing of saviour
cleansing sin and bringing life,
and pagan gods far older than the cross
gathering the strength of warming life
in midst of winter for the coming spring,

She can take you to nirvana
She can make a life worth living
She can show you all the pleasures
But she’s taking and not giving
For she’ll wake you in the morning
Rend the flesh from off the bone
She will tear your heart to pieces
She will leave you all alone
Then regaining all your senses
In the morning light you shiver
As you wade into the waters
Of some cold and icy river
And the current takes you down
And your drowning in you sorrow
But you fight to reach the surface

It's Christmas day! I expect some snow.
Mother Nature responds grimly, "Oh no, no, no"
'Twas Christmas day. A harsh eighty degrees.
A beautiful day on the bright blue seas.
Sadly, it will not. The sun must tease.

Black of yew, birds hide,
where poisonous berries, red,
drop on grey graves.

Silent stones, moss draped,
pale green and bleached by time.
The air aware, a latent air, expectant,
nothing stirs.

Below our bones, they sleep,
they cannot weep.
Souls haunt them yet,
expressed in quiet unspoken melody,
nature's own sweet breath.

Of dreams, regrets,
perhaps of happiness,
they weave new life
into the myths of man.

closet hair shirts
and silk embroidered
floggings moist
as a fog

ambrosial bright
petals pure as poppies
smeared with the
pain of a true kiss

limp here on dirty heels
let me taste your
quiet squeals

read poetry bruises
petulant and deep
an Autumn Dusk
all torn with trust
wild hair bright
as shipwrecked
rust
smoking fires
from pent up
lust

Wayne and I are observers
quite aware of all that we see,

one might say we're the founding fathers
of the Third Eye detective agency.

I'm seriously not boasting
it just may be the saddest fact,

and neither of us are exaggerating
these idiots really don't know how to act!

There hasn't been a "fleeting moment",
or a "fraction of a while" that's gone by;

where someone during the day's movement
hasn't taken something, and turned to lie!

The crispness in each breath
announces the time of year.
I exhale, and it seems that the leaves turn.

All of the possibilities of spring
pull the leaves down to the ground,
and chance comes into play where each will land.

In the end, the earth is nourished,
time has continued on,
and we are blessed, with the yield of the harvest for that year.

While surrounded by our pleasures,
we find ourselves hovering nearer the hearth,
and bundling-up to erase the solstice chill;

On the walls
On the cars
On the bricks
On the trucks
And on the trains
You invade
In imagination
You participate
Making a summary of society
With retrospective theory
Achieving freedom with notoriety
Off the walls of normality
Into colorful reality
Making serendipity of what was once a blank canvas
On the walls
You create
On the minds
You invade
And it could not have been more beautiful.