this storm
approaching here
dark shrouds
resembling fear
mocking clouds
assembled near
that form
I thought
was me
lay hidden
amongst debris
my mind
constantly ridden
with constants
I resistantly 
didn't want
to know
or see
my heart
lay broken
beside myself
my tears
a token
something apart
from what
I thought
I should 
have felt
my will
all ablaze
yet still
I'm crazy
thinking that
love would
somehow find
me well
and still
at peace
with this
tempest storm
ripping me
to bits
fiery pieces
stripping me
of everything
I thought
I once
truly knew
even though
I fought
across love's 
torrid sky
my morbid
shattered self
in tatters
midst horrid
torrential lies
so love
taunts me
reckless love
haunting me
I'm broken
falling scattered
like shards
of glistening
shattered glass
disparaged me
knowing this
gaunt love
sidesteps me
blowing kisses
at mistaken
awkward me
showering piss
onto forsaken
septic me
something electric
glowed inside
what was
all contrived
to see
if anything
resembling love
remained alive
my heart
what happiness
my soul
needing bliss
that storm
bleeding love
torn apart

     * * * 

 

when I
finally woke
holding love
in both
my hands
holding truth
as truth
honestly demands
love flourished
nourishing me
feeding soul
mending heart
measuring flow
believing light
is what
we truly 
always need
all that
perfect right
moral creed
increasing sight
into what
life is
that vibration
oral bliss
some thing
we all
desperately need
moral this
that love
intrepid calling
building trust
inviting heaven
romancing Eden
peaceful dove
breaching lust
beseeching leaven
so good
will prevail
beyond hate
what about
human fate
our destiny
should love
ever fail
could heaven
never avail
without light
human beings
without love
would that 
dispel mending
bleeding hearts
broken souls
compel sending
broken lives
greedy parts
into fire
needy hell
where nothing
truthfully exists
where light
is devoured
where love 
is soured
disproving good
destroying souls
where God
never goes
but then
when I 
finally woke
knowing this
becoming whole
growing love
embracing bliss
peaceful would
blessed dove
as love should

        * * * 

 

Something About Pon Arsher

your paint
brushes leave
marking lines
making believe
something ethereal
feeling strokes
believably real
leaving tones
remarkable zeal
such imagination
creative healing
touching paintings
something reeling
remedial parts
reckless appeal
intonation zones
mixing emotion
relatable art
scraping surfaces
turf madness
replacing ruthlessness
alabaster truthfulness
such gladness
tracing mindfulness
graceful earthiness
fixing notions
onto canvas
what comes
transfixing lines
then goes
abstract finesse
what's done
brushing light
what flows
into being
allowing sight
envision colour
marvelous seeing
revolution's pallor
vowing universe
evolution calling
endowing institute
starkly resolute
Pon's painting
remarkably absolute
artful ranting
Arsher flaunting
brave raving
artist craving
intent haunting
portent amazing
Pon Arsher
utterly blazing

        * * * 

 

I'm so sorry
but that war
has taken everything
out of me
but that is
what war does
war depletes us
tears us apart
war defeats us
always stabs us
through our heart
wounds our soul
right from war's
horrific awful start
war maims us
blows us up
destroys life's art
trips us up
tears us down
rips us apart
breaks every thing
into tiny pieces
fragments of what
used to be
ignites raging fire
invites raving desire
I'm so sorry
what we see
I just can't
watch any more
that destructive war
imploding innocent lives
every exploding drone
knowing innocence dies
closing my eyes
I wish war
to be forever
done and gone
wishing war would
truly finally end
wishing peace could
wake us up
let us mend
wishing that profit
war always defends
would dry up
make lasting amends
by stopping war
stop making things
war depends on
stop faking truth
with common lies
let peace prevail
build honest lives
remove war's veil
such elevated deceit
war's morbid tale
approving innovative terror
proving war's concrete
repetitive belligerent error
war degeneratively bleak
leaving nothing good
but cruel bloody
brutal genocidal defeat

              * * * 

 

I was blind
but then I saw
I was deaf
but then I heard
I was asleep
but then I woke
I was hungry 
but then I was fed
I was lost
but now I'm found
I was wrong
but now I'm right
I was imprisoned
but now I'm free
I was some other
but now I'm me
I see stars shimmering
in far off space
I see galaxies 
dancing in a galactic place
I see holiness glimmering
in Andromeda's sacred face
I still see godliness
romancing this human race

            * * * 

 

Perhaps there is hope for this world. 

 

set fire 
to dreams
ignite each
every theme
suture twin-tailed
blazing comets
inviting future
what about
beautiful Venus
all those
falling stars
think about
warrior Mars
something Seth
intriguingly said
perfect comments
par astral
factually intense
regal feelings
between us
actually revealing
all those
resilient legends
palms read
such ancient
shuffled cards
brilliant myth
begetting fire
please reconsider
diligent dreams
treasure all
those megaliths
measure steps
elevate moderate
standing stones
praise beginnings
don't forget
personal atonement
acknowledging endings
your fearless 
true continuing
intentional tomorrow
while daylight
casts shadows
you'll remember
burning dreams
visualize embers
igniting themes
when ritual
commanding night
cryptic sums
enables right
fable comes
you'll recall
being born
stable sights
rhyme installing
yours truly
timeless angels
aura adorned
starlight falling
shattering plumb
such honest
poetry calling
all those 
dream desires
your most
hopeful form
being true
all your dreams
those blazing fires
resembling you

 

        * * * 

 

I searched
but you
suddenly weren't
smiling there
I cried
shuddering sadly
hope died
cruel dared
forlorn rain
trying came
washing away
brilliant flowers
love planted
devotion perfect
sentimental days
compassionate love
held us
passion played
mad love
dreaming plans
standing together
perfect there
holding hands
romance watching
flowers bloomed
too soon
summer tamed
flowers spent
stop dancing
autumn came
happy left
falling leaves
you fell
ill instead
romantic dreams
all died
broken hearts
tearful stead
autumn grieving
love pleading
snow arrived
bleeding winter
lost happiness
splintered us
I couldn't 
find you
grievous night
our destiny
somehow died
I'm crying
difficult tears
you dying
no longer
still alive
I'm trying
holding you
right here
keeping you
honestly grief
promises me
breaking pain
each time
I think
more you
drink your
cherished name
more grieving
reeling heartbreak
garish darkness
envelopes me
I wonder
what gain
why love
always reveals
hopeless pain

       * * *

 

Zebediah Kush
what about Gaia
that planetary plush
what about dying
Jebediah Push
elation is crying
another bloody rush
my eyeballs blinked
thinking way too much
are we just out of touch
seeing everything jinxed
each commentary nudge
relatively tattooed
collectively inked
those reverberating tubes
reactive timeless sludge
every promontory link
that fountain bus stop
where archangels actively
come to cry
I bought a ticket
to angel heaven
thinking elated high
delighted glaciers melt
drinking changing ice
thinking instinctive dry
now wouldn't it
be terribly nice
if things were 
caringly always good
Zebediah Kush
would somberly rejoice
dangling silently within
his ancient violent wood
Jebediah Push
might refrain than attain
from new fangled bad
instead regain lost innocence
consuming cost effective
homegrown better food
all in all our planet
Gaia choiring Mother Earth
improving Red Riding Hood 
daring that muttering wolf
removing every unsharing cloak
those utter hood desires
something real truth would
divulging something better
those destructive fangs
acquiring indulgent proof
being good caring vampires
as real truth always should
as inspired Electra believes
without always backfiring
rewired we always could

                * * * 
 

 

all this
high strangeness
all our 
lost humaneness
what ever
may come
sly aloofness
all that
crying goofiness
I'm not
seeing much
determined changeness
seeing such
consuming caginess
if suddenly
this world
destructively ends
if suddenly
this planet
unfortunately sends
everything spiraling
into that
exploding sun
where eruption
assuming radiation
exposes something
shall resume
exposing layers
refusing prayers
what soothsayers
spoke about
dreamy cares
long before
hell won
everything over
that leftover
physical reaction
humans thought
universal action
would never
actually happen
because God
would always
save us
in someway
before even
all this
high strangeness
decided we
our humanness
didn't matter
because being
constructively lost
our sacredness
such great
eternal cost
wouldn't suffice
couldn't ever
simply revise
what God
always had
universal mind
physically clad
within God's
celestial kind
that loving
holy trine

     * * *

 

death seems
closer now
beyond yesterday's
lucid dreams
what happened
to all those
remarkably inclusive
best rainbow scenes
those absolutely beautiful
resolutely azure blue
crystal clear skies
at night those
faraway mesmerizing stars
what about those
rough gravel roads
those tough scenes
I dreamt of Mars
difficult miles and miles
bounded by wretched
barbed razor wire
ringed by all that
gripping crazy wicked 
demeaning desert desire
what about those
immeasurably fantastic realms
of simpler treasured times
what about those
fabulous golden sunsets
those days and nights
that gloriously rhymed
somehow I feel
some timely peace
knowing that nothing
lasts truly forever
somehow I still
need caring love
knowing earthly love
can't last forever
those songs I've sung
love's romantic lyrics
that touched my heart
those poems I've written
words that vouched
so much defining hard
desperate always describing
maybe crying death
will try coming
on crouching tomorrow
or sooner if this
trying universe demands
maybe this world
will feel some sorrow
perhaps mystic loons
will mystically sing
before they choose
to magically land
to perfectly perform
their majestic dance
this glorious planet
that we live on
a place for all
to peaceably be
why can't we
just live here
forever live lovingly
hand in hand
maybe clever dreams
will tell us
that things really
need to change
death is something
or so it seems
nothing less than
something truly strange
that strange place
where strangely everything
eventually goes to die
opening closed hearts
finally reveal to open eyes
announcing proposed truth
instead of composing lies
we're all casualties
of uncertain life
we're always rolling
loaded casino dice
maybe love will
bring us peace
perhaps wicked time
will think twice
before we must
lay down to die
perhaps poetry
and rhymes
will provide some
moral advice
I really don't
have an answer
besides rain
as liquid water
other than winter's
frozen ice
time may give
us answers
to life's questions
that we all have
some things
we'll never know
some things
we'll never see
but life and death
are all there is
we're living in this
riveting eternal show
love and hate is what
this existence always gives
but truth is something
we may never know
maybe redemption will come
to take our hand
show us true love
reflecting God's perfect light
now that death
seems somewhat closer
perhaps I'll still
have those dreams
that make me notice
realizing that life
is noticeably seldom
what it usually seems
maybe when death
finally steadfastly comes
I'll finally feel
lastly truly satisfied
maybe when my eyes
close that one last time
I'll truly know my soul
has been truly blessed
so surely defined and gratified

               * * * 

 

fluid something
unlike solid
past everything
flowing haphazardly
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
beyond casual
leaving evidence
wet tracks
actual traces
molding souls
withholding abstinence
corroding elegance
like tears
scolding faces
fluid truth
eroding lies
reminding everything
fluid happens
like fire
into smoke
invading places
where solid
never goes
like flames
licking fuel
consuming ego
assuming grace
like divinity
always flows
through cracks
down holes
filling emptiness
reminding usual
assuming soul
redemptive whole

        * * * 

what king
stays siege
to trying
staying brazen
castle legions
whose treasure
lies deep
within holy
spiritual walls
heroically measured
sacred stone
contriving discovery
constituting song
revising recovery
inside treasured
appearing nigh
gemstone thought
who would
never want
absolute gold
advise whether
clever control
takes hold
of sacred
rendering wealth
boldly unmasking
kingdom's castle
features hidden
amending stealth
within heaven's
solid stone
castle walls
all that
spiritual treasure
which kingdom
knowingly installs
all that
spiritual measure
where kingdom
spiritual pleasure
stoically calls

       * * * 

 

should you ever
crack your nut
cleverly implanting it
or should you
plant karma whole
sacred into soil
perfect forever uncracked
would being that
fertile elemental ground
should be holy
or could unfounded
infertile artificial mounds
gardens of folly
dry desert do
I'm asking this
because truly I
inciting serious me
could never know
I'm still forever
somehow truthfully thinking
what am I
even timelessly wondering
if nuts knew
could forever be
that perfect nut
still having dreams
about just which
what comes true
about caring mother
some sacred tree
still having hopes
about sibling nuts
either blessed them
might root somewhere
or restive me
if we're growing
fertile good flowing
rich knowing soil
or other something
resembling desert moil
then over time
years measuring tears
each overt lifetime
sobering mysterious hopes
bravely wanting growth
hoping for moisture
sunshine into wisdom
inflection mustering water
integrating cosmic fears
admitting God knows
urgency cracked me
godly monarch nuts
inciting tactful life
so seldom perfect
perhaps finding life
might be cracked
inviting emergent nuts
exuding hopeful feelings
believing tacit something
growing into trees
just like normal
you and me
needing enough water
wanting enough love
dreaming perfect nurturing
so that life
might always forgive
planting cracked shells
unwrapping whole selves
requesting cracked life
correct this world
besting hellish strife
reminding cracked nuts
wisdom's never folly
nuts are sacred
remember wholesome loving
God equally giving
nurturing karma's dell
uncracked reflecting holy
featuring planting well
bountiful living in
sacred's uncracked shell

             * * * 

 

something about us
this human thing
if only truth
if true love
could change us
purity bringing goodness
all those things
we always need
fixing shattered lives
credence surely should
mend broken hearts
amend confused minds
yet we are
still only human
needing in kind
truth and love
much wanted comfort
which is something
we never truly
very easily find
what if war
created positive truth
instead endless lies
what if hope
took away fear
what about hopeless
creating endless tears
what if love
a truthful thing
caressed human kind
instead true life
loves breaking hearts
what if God
corrected confused minds
instead we plod
confused by mindless
war's endless refuse
injecting hateful designs
war's mindless abuse
deflecting loving truth
creating unrelenting tears
war's heartless truth
inventing loveless mines
this human thing
creating hopeless fears
this human thing
all yours and mine

             * * *  

life in a motel
what joy
can there be
life in a hotel
what happiness
will we see
love in a romance
could it ever be
something true
love in a T.V. showmance
will it be cred
or simply stew
what about truth
in an alley
where garbage
is piled high
what about ruthless
in some valley
hiding a secret
harbinger of lies
what everything
war brings
all that hate
we always feel
what about
what morbid sings
are there morals
which are real
what if pleasant
wasn't able
to bring happiness
to our dreams
what if presence
wasn't stable
more earthquake
than it seems
what if poetry
didn't say things
we didn't want
to hear
what if lottery
didn't win things
numbers that never
have been clear
what if freedom
only exists on Mars
that frozen desert
far from earth
what if fiefdom
never existed
crowned with prisons
and jail bars
what if everything
is an illusion
what if dreams
will never come true
what if everything
is delusion
would we wake
to cook more stew

           * * * 

 

I searched and searched
but couldn't find you
finally realizing
you had gone off to Valhalla
our herd of wild horses
valiantly leading you there
terrific manes and tails flying
through magnificent ethereal air
glory be to Heaven
that spiritually sacred place
glory to be perfect death
maybe some auspicious day
I'll will find you there
glory be to heavenly Valhalla
where all heroic warriors
with their herds of valiant horses
everyone lovingly together
in virtual death
finally gathering there
in that glorious magnificence
in such auspicious
magnificent ethereal air

                * * *  

 

how hopeless
this grave
we've dug
how reckless
this craving
we've hugged
it's hopeless
this rage
we have
somehow become
maybe time
will reject
this raving
crazy life
we have
condescendingly intoned
what if
God moaned
cried out
in our
nightmare dreams
what if
we atoned
would God
be real
or something
completely else
other than
what religion
wants us
to believe
maybe time
will condone
all our
spiritual fears
maybe time
will appeal
all those
decrepit cries
what we
actually feel 
life comes
over time
life goes
like some
intrepid rhyme
or maybe
some deceptive
brutal crime
turning back
seeking light
that elective
recounting time
might respectfully
creating hope
embrace sublime
in our
utter graceless
hopeless commisery
time will
show us
certain hell
in our
bitter graceless
hopeless misery
time will
shake us
to our
hapless core
if God
finds us
in time
perhaps then
we'll discover
something more

        * * *

 

some times
with moon
tides turn
when storms
abide yearning
with wind 
blowing us
some desperation
stormy learning
come inspiration
knowing space
dying love
bereaves us
bad trembling
leaves us
utter sadness
assembling storms
no treasure
lasts forever
always love 
won't always
forever disappear
so never
clever all
in all
we are
human ocean
yet we
truly human
this desperate
carnal space
tracing ocean
bearing vast
racing motion
truly human
some times
tidal brace
correct me
if we
don't suddenly
abruptly drown
those waves
corrupt ocean
those deep
personal dives
searching shallow
moral reef
selfish pearls
but oysters
those shellfish
often hidden
down deep
clamped shut
coral prize
cutting life
oral disguise
tidal storms
open love
uttering strife
your sometimes
windblown stage
tidal life
seeking pearls
unsheathed craze
bleak life
nothing simple
you are
razor knife

      * * *

 

when I come back 
from being dead
then once again
I'll lay myself down
upon another funeral pyre
then I'll light myself
once again on fire
forsaking bitter dreams
I once unforgivably dreamt
then another bold revelation
taking hold of me
sometime after revelated death
making me finally see
what must be true
that light I see
what must be real
those things I know
that must be me
maybe time will tell
what must truly be
prophetic dreams I've dreamt
where I'm finally free
that ascetic mortal place
I've somehow morally found
where it's forgivably me
space so utterly profound
that I finally see
where forgiveness truly lives
what life actually gives
what true light contrives
what death truly is
where enlightenment convincingly thrives
that place where love
no doubt decidedly arrives
if only we could
find love like that
while we are here
being truly human still
we should be loving
as we are here
and still alive

           * * * 

 

when I
open this
my big
salacious mouth
I am
spiritually afraid
some terrible
demon words
will appear
desperately out 
of nowhere
rival curses
like venom
archival poison
from within
my viper's
secret lair
cursed execution
so I
tell myself
my insistent
big mouth
torrid elocution
no restitution
this one
as sordid
never rules
every other
so keep
my fool
invasive mouth
sewn shut
I find 
I can't
help me
help repel
always self
maliciously slithering
some demon
escaping deliciously
between my
two lips
obscenely shouting
right out
of my
unholy mouth
some truth
should always
forever speak
blessed things
love should
somehow always
be that
relative something
reflectively perfect
what we
truly seek
beyond virtual
perfect mystique
what we
truly speak
reaching ritual
spiritual something
we should
actually always
exactly preach

        * * *