My soul will ascend
Three tiers
To become one with the world

On winged angels
We will meet
In learning
The truth
Of our ways

The world once known
Will pass on
All that is left
Is the mysticism
Unknown

Together we will
Find
A better
life

from where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer,

what am I to do with it now?

the lovers' bed is a den of thieves burning
with graven images, Gods we
have created,
undoing
this becoming

uncompromised but
loved
like a Jesus who fucks
only the virgin mind

walk
away, just walk away
into our own
world..

YOU’RE THE REASON

You’re the reason I’m still single
The reason I’ll never marry
And why I carry
Nitroglycerine in my pocket
I don't miss your hugs and kisses
And don't want you for my Mrs

You seem so sweet and girly
But You're the reason men die early
And want to

So my honey
I don’t need your love or money
Untie the ropes that bind me
And let me out the door

burns like a dull razor
the crack in the windscreen
the knock in the valve
right where it matters

caught her eyes
the other day
sunshine in the heat
waiting for the glint
and heaviness of the
distant bus

scorch of history
still alive
still simmering

flickering like a star
in the cold moult of night

pages and pages
of mystery
dog eared and torn
thumbed and folded
like leaves gathered
in the empty verandah

want to hear the rain
wash away some pain

i.

the heart is a strong muscle
it curves space and aligns the
movement of stars to itself,
beating into its silence

let's dance

2.

i wept with the ocean once,
caught in its undertow,
I was salt, i was swept away,
bridges grew like islands
surrounding an inner sea

eat

3.

there are ears of corn,
listening
human plants turn to the sun,
blaze trails

pray

4.

The selfish wrath of a discarded
lover will live on, and on;

though they're told that, "it's over"
now, they don't want to be...gone!

True, you...yourself did dissmiss them
so, you alone are to blame;

and that's when they start justifying
plotting an endless, cruel "game"!

Being scorned, they're more driven
to teach you suffrage, much worse;

revenge is a dish served, best...cold
with a large cup, of warm "curse"!

Oh my beloved,
As you go off to war,
I shall wait your return
In one piece

I shall be a single teen aged mother
Till your return.
Hopefully, your return
Is not with mournful trumpet call
Or Colours dipped on cobbles bare
As normally many do

Till then I shall await my Love,
For you,
As a widow
At this young age
It wouldn't do

down
deep, deep down
where everything I was
revealed itself
in lightless squirm
beneath sick chaos turmoil
killing slowly
I crouched the coward's flinch
of terror as my death
struck at me once again

yet at the center of my fear
where soul and struggling flesh are
wrenched apart in final anguish
and life becomes a thing remembered
I found a stillness in the madness
a void foundation solid as slow mountains

Late summer's sunshine
filters through tired wrinkled leaves
casting dappled shadows on the duff
which tremble with each passing breeze

*Rhyku- A poem with three to four lines of which at least two must rhyme and none be longer than seven words

war is the most expensive
and
useless hobby,
yet some become famous
and
few are rendered rich.

you are a specimen man,
of a variety belonging
to which?

I got a job
as I was useless,
clearing now all human garbage,

'tis worth my while,
as you all know
I smile the entire mile,
as I dance foxtrot
still mighty slow