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I bring myself to these

In the small purple spaces between the demands
Ponderous moonbeam-like moments I steal
I stretch out the time, catching sun in my hands
And climb into these luscious sensations I feel

The curl of a passion vine tendril
The wisp of a cloud against blue
The sentiment blown on the kiss of a child
And the quiet reflection on feelings for you

I dreamed of a meadow in sunshine
Where the breeze caressed grass bade me lay
And the buoyancy lust pulls for sharing
Lifted both of us up to the brightness of day

I lost a childhood dream

I’ve reached a time in my life where I need you most,
Because I have become mad,
Mad at a lot of things,
Mad at the world,
People,
Politics,
And lost in everything else,
Wouldn’t you be?
If you saw the death of something beautiful.
The death of a dream,
The absence of an array of colors,
The setting of a foreign sun,
Things I all wish to come back,
But I can’t have all that I wish for,
But right this second,
This moment,
This right now,
I can have you with me,

Cyber repentance

Cyber repentance
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I am an errant document, I
ask u edit my life format my
soul.eject and recycle any
corrupt thought i file against
persons i consider my foes. No
longer do I need to
photoshop d image people
have of me.or download
inputs of d devil. Cos they
damage like worms eating the
motherboard of my soul.
Penetrating my stand like
trojans. like wifi i seek ur
presence. I upload my praise.
May I always connect2 ur
reception

Culling the Herd

It started out with a simple thought,
I think.
Non-violent resistance.
It caught on fire and spread over every
land and enlightened the human
evolutionary mind.

Apes have opposable thumbs,
firmly within their grasp the branches
but precision is not an acquired skill
and the nature of nature follows certain
cyclical patterns.

The Pie Man.

The Pie Man.

In Dreams

Only In Dreams

I walked in dreams
Feet swallowed
Dust rising all around
Colours crowded
Beauty beyond
My scope impeded

Reeling senses
Silent words
Amazing space
Eyes extending
Drinking with sighs
Memory failed

Where am I??
Ridges of black
As walls confine me
A landscape flows
Rainbow's rise
As autumn leaves
A quiet symphony

WHEN PETALS BEGIN TO FALL [inspired by our Anni]

WHEN PETALS FALL
[inspired by our ANNI]

When a flower begins to fail
its colors bright
its beauty pale and still
lingers in the morning sun .
Petals fall one by one
as it languishes in Day’s light
until its Night has come

MY DAY-LONG LOVE

This blessed dew-filled morning
Butterflies stopped to watch my heart step-dancing

Deep breaths filled my eager lungs
As my mind flew up to higher ranks

It's cause you rose with the sun...
And you shone so hot and bright
I felt no need to go out and run

...Not till sunset came in sight

The day is ending, tell me what now?
When it's done, where do we go?
My sweat feels heavy on my brow
I find myself wanting to scream out; 'NO!'

C H O S E N . . . r e m a i n

rise up from the rubble
bend comrade this burden of our winter
our bellies grumble
our minds sweep away the sweet dreams of mother and father
Like the new green shoots of beauty
Our homeland we reclaim
Our torch still burning
strong with pride
Our Nation still one

a job for you and I
we work
the toil for our future
now Our elders
and our youths shall smile
when the sun of spring
shows us as we gather
mile after mile

Venus in violet and teal

Venus in violet and teal
With the freedom of windswept tresses
As if it were an intentional statement of style

Ageless, whimsical and spacially vibrant
Wise in a silent wit and comfort

The company of odd believers
Each common space becomes an ashram in her wake

She hums while perusing garments in a dingy op shop
Where discarded boons are strewn haphazardly
The odd triumphant treasure lies enticingly covert among scrap and fodder,
She squints into the drizzling winter afternoon
But she brings brightness and possibility

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