Think of the future,
not only the past,
think of the reasons,
relationships don't last.

Remember your actions,
and the things you can change,
fix all those things,
that your lover finds strange.

Give your heart freely,
with no strings attached,
give yourself over,
so you're equally matched.

Take a walk through the park,
sit on the swings,
take a moment to listen,
as a lovely bird sings.

Sensuous orb warms my skin
causing a smile.
Peaceful and sanguine

Light lingers throughout the morning.
lunchtime arrives,
life remains pleasurable.

Flat grey clouds weave
thier way and intersperse,
between the puffy white.
In a late afternoon miasma .

Night fall swallows luminous day
the moon’s distant pale,
invades .

.
on the path of light
a patch of shade
shall I dwell a moment
in respite
and familiarity
playing shadow games
with memories

or shall I don
my heliotropic sunglasses
bare the harsh awakenings
and walk beyond
trailing shadows
until "that which is not known"
releases me

pacing
a circular rut of indecision
as if I really had a choice

States are Failing

Why?

Because its food and resources are gone
Once striving, self-sufficient states
Abundant with food and grain
Can no longer sustain its people
Leaving them angry and rebellious

Why?

Because man is destroying the earth
Deforestation, out of control logging
Top soil being washed away
Leaving the land barren
Unable to nourish its inhabitants

What’s happening?

he can't say he missed the poetry
life imitated his perversion to
create something from an image

he wrote cynical love
of drunken penmanship
and none at all
when he tried sober
for distant reasons
to please her
gave logic a lean
to how the world seemed
as long as she liked him

morality it appears
makes alleys out of cats
even when the purr
is heard on the line
before the claws strike home

sit at the tables long width
the stool and I lean
with elbows and folded arm
while sipping dark roast
and watching the charm
of easy drama

the black raven dropping
from the nest atop
the microwave tower

the traffic bunched at the lights
reading trade names
colours

and passer-bys in pace
and gait
the pretty new cars
shinning with the sunlight

radio plays something hip
for the young
tangible for the elders

Just the simple honeybee
doesn't seem like much to see
until there came that final spring
when there were no more to sting

No buzz among the flowering plants
which threw everything askance
no pollination for the year
and that is what lead us to here

Stick people stumbling all around
starving and falling to the ground
half mankind killed in useless war
which spread like an infected sore

Terror burns like a raging fire
searing the soul,
melting all self control.

It singes and
peels back the layers,
desiccating the spirit.

Cauterize the infection,
liberate my mind.
Set me on the path to redemption.

Incarcerate and tame the devil within.

our luck was used up Dad
we were engulfed with
obvious things, with life,
rage, love and uncertainty

your long battle
made you weary,
i refused to let you be
you forgot how to fight

i never wrote this
when you died,
at ten; childish
too hard to understand
gravities of life

before i stiffen and join you
wherever that is
you'd be annoyed,
i smoke, drink,
generally carouse
and i am not at all like you

it's not your fault
i allowed it to be

There he sits alone and still
they think he talks to God
when his eyes are glazed and far away
he has them all fooled
again

He communes but not with God
his master is the fallen angel
who misleads all with lies
including this acolyte

Who now rises with a plan
time to sacrifice another man
or a woman, even child
matters not to him
the bomber