The minds manifest has so many weights
one such corner has the best enclave
to reminisce for the events gone by
yet imagine ones ahead
in the creation of one’s mind
bold, stout and fervent
the dreams one gets are heaven sent,
if there be one
otherwise dreams are the seeds of rejuvenation
a man can only create and procreate
with visual injection
of thoughts deeds and action
which manifest from sheer virtual imagination
the impossible is a deterrent,
the positivity is cornered

poor, poor little girl
she wants to be grown up
longing for a home
while she sits and sulks
and thinks and thinks
of how to play this game
go fastfastfast
until you get enough
but you never get enough
so shut up kid
when the sky is this blue she must envy it
she must be set apart, yet she must be the same
so cool and clever, so deliberately far from the box
that damnable, evil mold everyone falls victim to
whatever you say dear
you'll have your time to fly high

IT IS

Something else and something else,
why does that sing a song
one where the words
forgotten
keep on coming along

beside me, through me
as I go
to where I do not know

who is looking,
what is looking
our consciousness
the brain its ticking time

where does awareness go
when there is nothing to be aware of
any more

we are a part
apart
yet joined to all that is
what is,
is something, nothing, nought
and yet its there

It is.

Nordic cloud.

Its a good night he says,
Its a good night
for a race in the full moon light

I will sing an Ave Maria,
if it ever comes again.

These shackles are jewel speckled,
donned from generation to the next.

We passed them on,
though they were painful,
under the eye of an aging world,
we guarded them with our lives
and what was left of our sanity.

Like sheep we are led to the slaughter
of reason,
and the judges;
book cases from Plato to Kant,
look down on us;

yet still we proudly walk on,
proud of our parent's yoke:

Dear England
Ho’ dear England let me rest
and my worldly travel end,
My spirit lies in your silken bed
from my taunts of life to spend,
To rest away from the throbbing guns
that count the pace of life,
Safe within thy dream like-hold
as my mother’s kiss goodnight,
Embrace me like the dampened arms
of a lover's jealous hold,
and replace that dream before the dawn
my darkened nightmare stole.

.
There was movement at the Nursing Home for word had got around
that the Neolith Olympics was today
and the medals were all ready, first prize a hundred pounds,
so all the aged had gathered to the fray.
All the tired and bloated oldies, from Homes from near and far,
had gathered at the crisis muster point.
They'd come by bus, by train and plane, and some had come by car.
They'd be stopped by neither frame nor aching joint.

Hello Lady Nevada
your return
sent cockles down my spine
my hairs stood on end
I rubbed my eyes
to reread your lovely one,

At twenty seven you could swim
along with the sun
but never naked…
barefooted maybe
and
here is this one awaiting for more
how your poetry satiates for sure
I wish to let you know
all readers
missed you so.
including the ones,
who are here no more
but hope to see your
Lovely free verse
my portrait,
as like a garland adore….

I must be brave
When tomorrow comes
For the mother of my grandmother's mother
Was in my place once
I cannot doubt...
I dare not run...
I must not cry...
When tomorrow comes

Three moons ago,
I was on the other side
I watched as
Proud blossoming buds stood in line
Their tears of joy were mingled with silent fears
"Customs do not die"
Say the ORACLES and SEERS

So...

I must not tremble when tomorrow comes

ride in the svelte lining
sacred and saved
while the mastery of day
flows in ribbons through
streamer flag top structures
and whitecap glimmer

my soul shimmers

you smile baby is captured
alive on the lcd

while remnants if ice
fall away from our glacial
fire
and winters aurora
whips constellations
of godesses awake