Colour may be elusive in demise
The encounter devoid of yarn
Since none has come back to tell
We can only imagine the scale
From the entity hovering around
Recording birth as would be losses
The fête that follows a baby’s birth
Will also see grief in due course

With some imagination, and common sense
and an understanding of human ways,

one can figure every circumstance down
to one, or two of the most probable outcomes.

Sure, it may leave a somewhat wide margin
for a total, rock-n-sock 'em, out of the box surprise!

But, I can say for certain
that without a doubt, that's what makes life interesting.

Should a long-shot outcome, come to fruition;
then that's just fate shaking up the dice,

mixing things up, as it were;
and the worse that can happen is an anecdote.

As I stood and watched
tears of blood fell from the Lord's eyes
They fell beyond this world
Beyond my reach
trickling into the darkness of despair

There we stood
lost
gazing upon this rancid world

We watched

We watched innocence wiped away by hate,
poverty and disease
We watched
bloodied women,
dragged screaming into shadows
We watched
governments, bathinng in the foul stench of corruption
just as dreams, were left to fester under society’s cruel gaze

We Watched

i'm recieving inflections
you are feeding
hesitations
like shells through
a port
drawing closer the point
its all INTERCHANGE
the careful movements

"Sometimes Thorns Have Roses"
you sigh
your voice as soft as petals
through the smooth reciever

rain drums against the glass
hisses in the dark parking
lot on resting cars
And the bar band is playing
on

Tone on Tone

Rock of ages,
hammer out the truth
before the last leaf falls.
make it tone on tone in tune
with Om
and make it sound like silence.

Make me believe again
that love
is the answer and there is no death
in resurrection;
let me see the black-holed sun
in your eye's awareness
and break this silence into sound,

separate the darkness from the light,
let me be reborn of spirit,
and bring to me the colour white.

Just how does light turn into green
travel from your eye to mine?
Make for all the splendor seen?
Does a stream rush into a river
or make the ocean of a dream?
Can the mark make your arrow quiver?

We may rue the hew of bitter sword
that is the anger we occasionally allow
to bruise our memory's weft and turn
with crimson stabs of quickened fury

Yet while the willing face of killing rage tears
at the ragged fraying arcs that are our souls
we stand atop the blackest summit of our ire
and scream mindless defiance at the world

Unscrambled brains

A road hidden
Covered by dense trees
My eyes attempt to see
But only observing
Its natural green

The road is there
Right in front of me
I am not blind
And yet it is not
Plain to see

Is this the one said
Less traveled
By those who are free
In the end can the mystery
Be unraveled

This road
I take up then down
is the beaten path
I wonder
Am I just going  around

A farmers work aint easy
It’s an ‘ard and lonely life
I never gets to town much
So its ‘ard to find a wife
I’m up at dawn most every morn
A milking an’ a feeding
Then afternoons I’m in the fields
A ‘oeing an’ a weeding
So when the sun goes down at night
The working day be done
I’ll go down to the sheep pen
Just to pick a pretty one
They sees me in my wellies
And they all begin to bleat
They knows that I am there to give,
Some special girl a treat

You’ve said your piece and I don’t agree
Your facts are wrong but you won’t care
Looking at me with that sinister stare

I’ve listened to your lies so let me speak
I’ve the answers you don’t want to hear
Seen this before, I await your false tear

Sit down
Shut up
And close that fucking mouth

Sit down
Shut up
And close your fucking mouth

My truth has been told and you don’t care
My facts are right and you won’t agree
It’s in front of your eyes but you refuse to see