light flickers and glows
fickle and fancy in manner
illuminating illusion,
delusion,
and the almighty hallucination
playing hocus pocus
with the mind's eye,
teasing truth to tears

I've seen love in pink charade
death as escapade
monsters grining from under the bed
jaunty parades of the lingering dead

light,
forever the cosmic clown,
wildly firing jolts and bolts,
knows no bounds of brilliance
or terror

For Nothing is aught else but Cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.

Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.

you define love so beautifully…only with a subtle difference …you are an idealist
today’s world is sexiest…they still feel
‘’’love lies between the thighs’’
and
that's what makes the world come out
from closets
as gays
and lesbians
the third sex LGBT
ought to also be recognized
as the channels of sex
as human minds are as different
as the urinary tract and hearing system

long before the hinterland
the winterland

this

nights against the dark hue of ebony
star raker stellar gardens

walk with me on the wide bermed beachs
sift for the gleam of amber
sip the cup of ambrosia from an
old war flask

"The best of both worlds"

you sigh wiping a strand of
hair from an eye

there are jungles of kelp
in the West you tell me
tall as an apartment block
full of life

you have dived
certified