Let The Blind See (after all It’s one of his miracles)

What blindness god bestows,
on such a stupid race as mine.
No light from this man glows,
still they swallow every line.

Can none but your sinners see,
how false and greedy is his house.
How much better life would be,
if his enlightenment we’d douse.

There’s no fairness off vicar or priest,
when they pass out his goodwill.
Political wealth controls his beast,
while a poor man’s life stands still.

okay then divorce!

having studied humanity across the internet, and world,
I have come to just a single observation
on divorce….
women want as much independence as men
at times they are better too,
but men can't take it down lying
so to say,
thus they their spouses way lay….

more than the ego bash
which enforces clash
it’s the construction of the human form…
they say by divine….

women get convulsions owing to hormones,
while men having two heads
listen to just one, the lower

dead cigarette poised on the window
the brass dirty latch
There are stars hoisted
on the rusty chains of sin
and a Radio station
hisses faint music
through a missing tooth

crave through me sultry
wire
this damned winter desire
cascades boldly slowly
past the windows tall
and aged

SEX AT EIGHTY TWO
WILL DO! .....................some one said it....

at your age
you'd love to hear ...
nothing but lies
as you lie trapped
between lifeless thighs

but glad you do
when as grand fathers
mostly abandon...
they think they all are done

you have the verve
and
nerve,
to think twill still rise
it’s a surmise

at eighty-two something...
all say none can do ...

glad you hope to..
soon dad,
grand one I shall join you...