In the quest for the existential
need of nuturing oneself

we dangle in the jungle
by burning candles

it is a super humane thing
drawing ink from another

Secret leaks from
a writer's pen

for we were blind

even keeping
the true devil in mind

sacred to ourselves
as we trip by default
over our own thin lines.

From the colloseum of
vanity

His opaque desecrated
Light

Eluded her sanity

Locked onto venom lips

The ghost from his mouth

Burnt a hole in her soul

And then It swallowed them whole

Brown leaves flux the pond
tadpoles elude the sunlight
an eerie fog infringed

I found myself
in a circle of chips
fighting the circus of life
if only the old oak
could shed some light
I guess his bark
was bigger than his bite.

I have no fear for the unknown.

The fact remains
somebody had to go first
so that others may come back

saved
...........

Raw burnt fingertips
hell bound blown
overexposed
scull thought to the bone
in the overtone of death's
ever risising crimson tides
still your love for humanity
must never die
I heard it in the rain
falling from so many eyes
you are free from it all
for the meek and mild
were also the bold
blood became water,
streaming
from a fearlfull heart
of stories
never been told.

The real garter
a vicarious slaughter
the royal flush never bought it
Dodi craoked on it
while Camilla caught it.

Like all flowers do
Nature gives herself away
To the birds and bees

Poet's are a blind-fold

The sun will melt you
Only the soul carries weight
Nothing else matters.

She made a simple call
gave a penny
without feeling tall
a giver of love
the receiver of more

Alone in my terminal
transformed by the scalpel
the mirror is my surgeon
and youth my captor
love is eternal
still, how can a heart be mended
if the demand is evergreen.

Who's persistence is rife
can I see and feel what begs
and in the order of love
you still offered me a knife.

L-ow down ***** shame
O-nce twice three times a day
V-irtually!
E-verybody hates me?

Love is the way 
it knows all about you
never blinking
about danger
the baby
the stranger
Love is the way through a mainger.

Shards of self
Lay scattered in the blood
Of our past
Seasons come and seasons go
Tongue upon steel
Tempered at the alter of the anvil
Into full bloom
Neither satisfied nor solemn
We must make a choice
Grace for the future
From the Masters voice

Unrecognised obliterated
Beauty
Left behind unmemorable
Traceable across
A million miles of soulless
Rubber

Though the rooms of her heart might be shattered
Her strong will and majestic grace remains resolute
She bore the remnants of ochre like tattoos on the walls of her body
As she cradled humanity's first born with promise
Her eyes bore the ravages of battles lost
Yet her reserves will lead us into the future as a blueprint from the beginning
And she will be called the matriarch angel of the universe

Salt and pepper
You are not alone

A matriarch of splendour
Her soul birthed the rights
Of passage to kings her trunk
Hoisted the heads of toddlers
To the apex of the African sky
A seasoned warrior a pinnacle of hope
Her bark bear the brunt of
Battlescars and hieroglyphics
The crowning glory of her delight
Is her children paying homage
To her For over six thousands years
Long live the Baobab
Long live Her Majesty

Evenly poised
for a mere moment
at a tilt in time
equality reigns

Smell the addiction
of grass that grows under your feet
toxic paper cuts on pulp diction

I cast my eyes
upon the sky
each day it seems
a new artist died
purganan in purgatore
every hue and every horn
in and out of heavens door

Are the Australian tied to the Kangaroo the great outback and the boomerang?
Are the African tied to the tassels of the Baobab tree the pyramid and the Nile crocodile?
Are the European tied to the red Carnation?
Are the Americas tied to the wings of the Eagle?
Are the Asians tied to the rice paddy the great wall the silk route and the Ganges?
Are the Antarctican tied to the polar bear?
Are the Oceanic tied to the deep blue sea?
Is humanity tied to this beautiful planet?

Difference unique
me myself and I chose you
love is pair shaped duh!!!

Innocence is the catalyst
a child the key
Compassion births belief.

Believing in nothingness
Is simply not knowing
The truth
It is like asking your
Adult son the sum total
Of one plus one

Whatever you believe in
Will be a revelation of the truth

I can see the drops drip
permanent, soluble.
disappointment, glory
it speaks volumes
of a journey in solitude.

Hate stood there stranded
He broke the flat screen TV
I needed the break

I don't do the dishes
I won't even try
My relationship with the world
is tied to a lie

Soon very soon
we will witness
death by avalanche
and the world
will be praying for ice.

A collage of tragedy
people with broken heads
I've never met
bones blood and cracks
pasted on a woven mat
effusive the unexplained
brutality unrestrained
social insanity above
hidden tapestry.

Timeless my bleeding heart
lost the case to her face
restless torn retained.

Do not concern yourself
with verbal abuse
they are deeply disturbed
enclosed and confused.

Blueprints etched on
Walls of caves inheritance
For this day and age
A Revival of flesh onto bone
Our birthright cast in stone