ANCIENT ARISEN

Ancient arisen yet only two quarters into life,
soul with fire i will not fall to the dark this night.
Go gentle at the close of this day,
for an old arisen man, leads with the light.
Two quaters and the knowing, born from dust
with ease,
to return spellbound if i must.

Been scouring the interweb, trying to procure
A simple little gadget that’s available, I’m sure
I’ve never seen one advertised, not even on TV
If you know where they sell them, can you get in touch with me
E bay had some stuff to find a buried treasure chest
But nothing that would help locate, the object of my quest
I need to get one quickly, before they disappear
To lose them all completely is, by far my greatest fear
Their numbers dwindle daily,and as more and more abscond
I wish that there was someone who could wave a magic wand

he is outspoken
but too many words have gone unsaid
she's in his heart
he's in her head
they're broken, lying in their bed

so he said
could you love me?
i'm so lonely
push is coming to shove
who have you been dreaming of?
are you sure
am i still yours?

why don't you leave me, lovely
'cause you've drugged me
with your moonlight
with your eyes
i guess we're no surprise
coming undone.

Before the sunrise
autumn colors clearly seen
without the blue haze

All is frosted white
as last stars desert the sky
chased by rising sun

Silence rules the world
no breath of wind stirs the air
the morning stage waits

The still is broken
by the sharp snap of a twig
as a doe drifts by

* seems I can never write just one Haiku lol

I've lived long enough
that everything I've ever hurt
has hurt me back,
and that's just my body talking.

I walked too many miles on stilettos,
ran too long with my back out of whack,
fell on black ice, once too often and been
hit from behind three times,
my vehicle worse for the wear and tear,
my extremities frost bitten for the art of undress.

Your gods are imaginated, your values really suck
I'm everything you've hated and I don't give a fuck
What makes you think that you're so great;
" I'm better than you are? "
Compared to you, a maggot, is a flaming star

Perverted priests of your religions, bugger little kids
Our leaders have us broken, we're on financial skids
You talk about world peace, while destroying other's citys
Blow up little children, while they're sucking mommy's titties

I recall
Years down the ladder of time,
When our maid opened the fridge,
It had moist vapours ensuing
And
She alarmed all present there
Hello all come and see,
The fridge is burning.

We all laughed at her simplicity,
The maid was shunning.

Let past slumber
In the folds of time
Let another sunrise each time

Afresh,

To bring glory
In the name of God

Whom you call Allah
And
I call Time.

My Lady sleeps now,
pale upon a bower
of brown world,
dreaming new spring
on a bed of old year
wrapped in frost
and hints of coming snow.

Her breath is stilled,
slow-measured
in the growing cold
and darkening skies
all left behind
by Autumn's flight
across the world,

his forehead bulges, releasing
a stream of glop through the
popped breaking nose, making room
clenched eyes spew blooded tears, shut tight
against the invading paragraphs and notes
his fists slaves against the relentless shoving

none of the villagers step forward
to stop or hasten this madness
it is not finished yet

some do release a whimper, though
when his screeching chokes, lips clamp
closed while cheeks shiver and bulging
neck expands, shoulders swelling
and skin stretches taut