days
they come and go
years
slip us by
lifetimes
this annual picture show
love and love affairs
oh where do they go
that fateful day
when mountains crumble
troubled nightmares
when oceans boil
that one perfect day
we dare to speak
about fracas love
that fleeting day
we bravely say
we truly care
when the sun
blinks out
what is sadness
all about
what is it
when fragile hearts
are tragically broken
why is it
sweet true love
such deep words
are rarely spoken
will time stand still
if you go away
what will I ever do
if you don't stay
if some day
you leave me
a joyless day
when you turn
one last time
and walk away

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that first month
four weeks
I could hardly think straight
think of something
worthy
to rhyme
to write
all those
blood thirsty bombs
mortal missiles
falling
screaming
far off
crippling Ukraine
undeserving
destroying lives
steal away
all my inspiration
dissect what is left
a painful vacuum
right in my being
my centre
squarely filled
with bitter anger
roundly followed
by constant sorrow
when it is survival
because everything
has been destroyed
utterly depleted
when people are defeated
when security and bounty
has retreated
even if we beg and borrow
what ever will come
odd reeling
even if there is
yet another steely
rank tomorrow
even a final
fatal sum

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I ask myself
why did God
do this
to us
create
human beings
what was
God's point
just because
I can
or was it
because
I must
would universe
falter without
sentient beings
psalter within
keeping order in things
enduring this
expanding monstrosity
endless energy
eager light
evolving life
isn't chemistry enough
a modem
bonds and eruptions
if frogs could speak
they'd tell us
there is a lot
to croak about
but at the end
of the day
it's not just
beginnings and endings
things twisted
out of dreams
but all those
things in-between
between
sunrise and sunset
between
friends and relations
between
lovers and haters
between
us and them
between
land and sea
between lava and ice
between
earth and sky
between
sun and moon
between
solar plexus and solar system
between
galaxy and nebula
between
black holes and entropy
between
universe and dimension
between
sacred and spiritual
between
God and I

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time is broken
shattered moments
scattered
into hours
refined
into minutes
such great rifts
one split second
reckoned as we blink
reckless war is chosen
think ghastly horror
wrapped in this killing gift
echoing barbaric battle cries
torching the world with war
invading with scorching terror
belching tanks and feral jets
rafts and columns of killing machines
crass razor guided armies
dressed in delinquent inhumanity
firing laser guided propaganda
crying missiles and prying gun ships
brutes wielding tormenting cruel
fools loudly speaking
history now hates you
all you megalomaniacs
haunted by your heartless efforts
shattering the world to bloody pieces
so much political chatter
what about encouraging world peace
you and your war machines
apparently humanity
abhors blood thirsty maniacs
every crazed regime
earns its wicked place
branded by an immoral piece of wretched
war crimes standing with a brutal face
tracing unshackled misguided dreams
yet hell bangs on every bunker door
notwithstanding immortal situations
a fatal curse on corrupt war
battles conjure death and destruction
marching with fascist orders
tomes dictating lost soul instruction
such a perverse parasitic nature
crawling out of rotting poems and bloated earth
undoubtedly every warcrime feature
your final solution thinking is tainted
dictator you and your reviled kind
attacking innocence and human subjects
consistently each tragic end
a cause of enraged barbarism
engaging battlefield hatred
staged by human barbaric stature
rage and destruction will blind you
blast open your bunker door
instigated death will find you
delegate your mindlessness
relegate fascist grins and chuckles
dictators breathe their last
lying dead upon a bloodied floor
hung in a central square
pummeled to blood sausage paste
so you think you can stand
lifted by trending greed and viral hate
thinking grand empire
grinning at hell's vile entrance
break you before a mortal golden gate
destiny entranced by willful fate
warriors and mercenaries warring
fire demons wielding anti-peace
corrupt time seals every fateful date
this stop watch world turns clocks back
blame dictators for total war
lust for power instilled in every attack
punishment and more
retire this humanitarian disgrace
stare into your smoky parlour mirror
take a stern hard look
all this old burning history
I can't help but wonder
will we recognize ourselves
parts of us that we held so dear
seems so much is misery and mystery
every peaceful connection
ripped and blasted apart
despots with their total war infection
speaking with an inflection of missiles
grief lives in every bombed out street
leaving and hiding seems futile
bunker busting bombs are dropping
this is where death and sorrow meet
creative rivers of bloodshed and terror
advancing cruelty never stopping
it is severity we should ponder
where should sympathy lie
could we sincerely try compassion
are horror and fear just another fashion
does hatred allow peace to be clear
so here we are
existing in invented flawville
surrounded by milieus of human intention
if it weren't for flaws in flawville
perfection wouldn't be imagined
war would be a self-destructive convention
I ask myself
how can evil happen
burying bodies and bloodied dreams
can't we help ourselves
correct misshapen time
another nightmare it seems
so it comes down to identity
who and what we are as human beings
precariously it comes down to indemnity
broken time is what we're seeing
here we are wanting freedom
crunching numbers into time
distilling hours into minutes
dividing the world
into what is yours
and what is mine
surely sometime in the future
after God stops by to cry
human beings envisioning the sublime
timeless scenes of homo sapiens
rediscovering creative fire

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this thing
called art
brush strokes
smeared across
a rainbow world
tantric words imagined
sprawled across
each frantic page
what if
one pedantic
could simply sit
next to the painter
watch and listen
beside the poet
as they work
what mystical lines
magically worked
what might pierce
our wanting hearts
what if splendour
left colourful spatters
incarnations within
our very soul
like scented
red carnations
reaching out
within that goal
what if spirit
reached out
touching us
taking us
to some other high place
upon some apex
where we might
look down
viewing
every haunting painting
alertly staring down
studying each staunch poem
tethers in that sacred realm
beneath a spiritual dome
something fractured happens
making it home
innocence is sadly forsaken
intuition becomes rapture
captured inspiration
like wondrous shapeless water
reshaping every inch of the world
each a gift of sacred life
creating this divine world
eccentric untold perfection
concentric circles with pure intention

                  * * *

 

find yourself
bleeding in battle
wounded by some enemy
recklessly thrown to the wolves
caring one must surely wonder
if today I'll live or die
finding yourself
with fire in your hands
surrounded by ignition
striking flint and steel
one must cognitively wonder
shall self immolation occur today
denial so often stands to play
what can destiny's truth be
remember impermanence
all our worldly blunders
find myself stark and lying naked
completely beside myself
I discover self mistaken
uncovered and exposed
feeling unpleasantly terribly
I'm left so vulnerable
those reactionary public moments
where everything goes wrong
I've tried being invisible
my shadow and me disappearing
shifting under ground
melding like a ghost into some wall
all my castigation accompanied by wicked spells
lust at my beck and call
if my lurid dreams contained fuel
I'd burn at the stake
this self immolation
simply for my own dramatic sake
if I dig deep enough
uncover enough of this artery and vein
detach myself from the damned
crawl out of my newly dug grave
perhaps all this spurting and bleeding
all these old blood stains
marking every damn day
littered with so much pain and strife
finally constructing my funeral pyre
instruct a single spark
to be a mortal knife
self immolation
a measurement of worthy life
emulating destiny's convolution
its feral bite and bark
categorically
what is wrong and what is right
incinerating emotional life
enraptured by divine desire

                      * * *

 

all that constant sorrow
reveals every sad part of me
weighs down our already wounded hearts
uncaring sorrow steals happiness
like happiness is something free
emotions tear us apart
relevant unhappy days
frequently sad
such lonely nights
if healing love should ever come
embrace us
finally hold our hands
love so often slipping
through our arms and hands
I wonder if love would feel right
if only joy would arrive
join love in a strong majestic stand
perhaps the despondent world
could be an enlightened land
illuminate compassion
envision right with constant good
empathetic divinity if not God
rejoice in decency and civility
make creative love known
quell every vicious indifference
brutality should forever stay away
if only the cruel world
would spin and turn in a profound way
surely creation thinks it should
squelch heartache and despair
let love and joy
mend our wounded souls
what if blue and melancholy
could never settle anywhere
what about this apocalypse
something terrible is coming
do you sense an approaching fire storm
maybe power and might will destroy us all
leaders envisioning barbaric dreams
every iron fist taking on a fascist form
history never redeems evil
every dictator fails in a tragic fatal fall
war should never become the norm
warlords wreak death and destruction
evil men aren't heroic giants at all
igniting the world with a fascist storm  
despair as fear takes us deeper
where hell fire
delivered freely
fixed to war's dangerous realm
such a bloody insane place
bad decisions are often made
unstable madmen stand
riveted to their powerful helm
spiritual peace is subsequently traded
once terror and bloodshed have invaded
so all that constant sorrow
each tragic today and tomorrow
weighs down our hearts
steals happiness away
there is nothing
that we can beg or borrow
we can't purchase happiness
no certain fix just any day
knowingly watch us bleed
fall upon our broken knees
scream and die together
succumb to immoral terror
as loveless war
smashes every mirror
hidden truth so immorality goes
thus more demon war
as it growls and grows

                  * * *

 

one step back
searching for something
looking side to side and far ahead
I see steadfast drummers
hear them keeping a beat whilst drumming
if we ever get out of here
somehow get out alive
if some stunning miracle
helps us
finding a secret way
though in reality
none of us shall survive
in bed with my dreams
sleeping with my nightmares
all these phantasms
myths and fables I dream
all those enabling prayers
I often think and say
if only we knew
how to hold
our devout whale breath
diving beneath the passive surface
why have two massive eyes
staring from the backs of our heads
trying to find ourselves
hoping to see ourselves
in some other replicated place
discover somehow
after each ordained death
we are somehow still alive
if resident desire
is what drives us
so is there a blessed way
to transgress and still live
or should we simply give up
extract ourselves from this morbid rat race
this racetrack is horrid to so many of us
we wake each day
feeling squarely forgotten
thinking we should be rounded
somehow we're forever lost
wishing we were always grounded
if each new feral dawn
would errantly be simple
plainly speak to us
in tongues we understand
remind us to wake up
scurrilously kick us out of bed
push us to go and play
perhaps we'd find this world
a much better place
a blue and green goddess planet
where punctual love would be
so functional and pleased to stay
but our unctuous imperfections
perilously have let us down
we take one step forward
at times each rumbling foot
tumbling in different directions
we should pause and wait
before we fall and stumble
perhaps take two steps back
while we continue searching
for something we severely lack
though cognitively we aren't
sincerely if not ever truly humble
cobble all those rough roads
calm those ravaging waves
track all those turbulent oceans
restack all those submergent seas
depth upon depth upon partial depth
not even the tactful sun king
can bodily stop us
refrain from diving deep
staunchly withhold the dark and bloody
we're digging eight foot graves
maybe if we supportively listened
purportedly much more closely
enjoy sacred flights
with all those blessed birds
share sacrament
with those sacred buzzing bees
perhaps we wouldn't
keep falling down
blindly trip like Jack and Jill
ending up with broken crowns
learn to bandage gaping wounds
relocate dislocated heads and knees
finally when God finds us
hiding away and inculcated
allowing us to open
our unfocused eyes
permitting us
another ten trillion breaths
cotillion before we finally shed this mortal guise
dance with God's immortal disguise
grow wholesomely old together
until we finally bother to die
perhaps all those
uncertain steps we take
rocking back and forth
maintaining so much hurting
discourteously we're mocking everywhere
maybe we could
envision a better world
one we're all truly stalking
how would you
make a happier
less fucked up world
so much more loving
less mucked up
a planet where peacefully
we all caress life and living
being simply joyful
where we all coexist
a place where all the old and youthful
compassionately care
dare and daring do
imagine life
lit up by a mesmerizing flame
enlightened with a beautiful flare
days and nights where good
is perfectly certain and  always true
a wondrous place
where we all spectacularly care

                     * * *

 

these imaginary words I write
each tender fairy tale phrase
surrounded by magic beams of starlight
falling from my pursed cracked lips
like glowing sparks and flaming meteorites
crash landing in the stark dark night
shattering every already chipped glass surface
if rain should wash these scattered thoughts and pains away
perhaps a brighter day would come
maybe hopefulness would arrive to stay
but it seems there is always this other tragic sum
where loose and numbered ends
just never add up or meet
what if lovers could mend
sharing the very same dreams
maybe love could allow us
to stand on our own sturdy naked feet
but that fairy tale story
never has a happy ending or so it seems
knowing no one cares the same as we do
most often I can't help but feel defeated
I thought at one time I knew love could be true
but then love and heaven crumbled beneath my bleeding feet
I fell towards earth when heartbreak left me broken and unseated
plummeting through dense atmosphere
I watched my wounded soul catch fire
then my eyes were closed
my vestments resembling blackhole attire
all that was left was burnt ash when I hit the hard cold ground
suddenly the sun tracked backward and it tragically imploded
but maybe we're just crazy thinking we deserve any light or love at all
my regretful heart was bursting when it suddenly exploded
maybe love isn't real and maybe there is no true love at all
so you see these sedimentary words I try to write
each fragmented line I dig out of dry parched ground
surrounded by mystery that most often seems contrite
dug out of my fresh grave with feral words that jackals found
now I have risen as a shimmering spectre in the brisk night air
if fire would incinerate love's ghostly shadow
so love was just a puff of swirling smoke
perhaps the world could be a place
where life was perfect and more often fair
maybe hope would seem more realistic
truth would be those common words we spoke
what if we and love were forever gone
simply never here nor there
this strange equation we try to derive out of our unclear minds
where everything contrived is summarily added up
honesty be the only source for words I ever wrote
when I caressed and kissed your moist parting lips
true love was something we had finally found
finding passion we danced into a resplendent sky
all that grinding movement in our wanting hips
shaking heaven and earth remorseless
void of love's loveless wretched lies
staring into each others dreaming eyes
knowing deep down we'd never again fall
crash upon the cold and hard
uncaring ground

                           * * *

  

imagine
we are dead
dream
about life
when you
were alive
what is it
can you see
this double edged
knife
remarkable history
marks us
down
a fire sale
something corporations
autocrats
brutal war
threw away
withdrew
sanity
hard core
when
those tanks
rolling
rumble up your street
breathing fire
troll travel
deep into your muddied brain
crud
fire and storm
like bolt lightning
electrifying
frying
your hemispheric being
if you wake
frantically tomorrow
hemorrhagic
how much blood
crying
will you see
running down avenues
draining
pouring
all this muck
into bombed out streets
perhaps somewhere
maybe
less tragically
at the bottom
of the trunkless sea
there is a place
naturally
rectified
suckless
where life
can
truckless
somehow
be

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