Dull aches of the Lion-Heart
Fantasies smashed and left like wreckage
on the 'Yellow Brick Road'

The Wizard has left the scene

Shocked monkeys lie twitching
as he looks to the sky for the twister
that destroyed his beliefs

“We're not in Kansas anymore”

Tin-men don't cry, they just rust away
waiting for rescue.
The oil-can is empty

and gas is cheap.

Night settles around the breeding-grounds
The Velvet Fog of your voice
turns to sirens of despair

saucer smile
the clouds
sit in a sink
swirling
and we read
our entrail
dreams
like violent
streams

gossamer
web
bound
bluster
the stitching
wound
the struggling
deciever

carnivore teeth
white as killing
frost
slip down the
vortex
cotton candy
pink
engulfs the
terror of release
twin pupil
darkness
with its whorl
of wet
tinged iris

Had Jesus Chris just recanted what he stood for, he could have escaped death but he didn't. Instead, he accepted death - a death that was violently and viciously thrust upon him.

Joan of Arc at first retracted her claims to the visions she had in exchange for life but later, retracted her retractions and was sent to the stake to be burned.

MH17 shot down
Shredded corpses lay scattered
all across the ground
where the plane lies, torn asunder

Who is the author of this tragedy?
Which scum gave the order for murder?
Don't we have enough deaths already?
Why must the innocents always suffer?

I'M ASKING
Why can't we live in peace,
have the best in this life
before we leave?

TELL ME
How can we tell the children
that their parents will never return
and their future has darkened?

sun is my god and our god

can you imagine
anything born without the sun

nothing

so god is manifest
in SUN only
that only time can tell
but when I discourse with normal
intelligent humans
I don't discuss religion

' tis ones faith and belief
let them in themselves
find a relief

who am I to over shadow the heavens
and imagine a sky without a sun

then there will be
NO
HUMANS ...
ANIMALS
AND
PLANTS

NONE

EARTH WILL BE BARREN

we still see
hoping to find the God
who blesses and relieves

but where to find
such a universal being
overseeing all human
Now its 7.5 billions

can he count em?

pressed fortune
in the black oil of night
halogen feeler
ignites along the
sleeping stores
slips over cars
and fences
a living ghost of light
and everyone ducks
and freezes not breathing

some of us in the tardark
protection
some of us lumped
as abstract
heads tucked like geese
feeling like sheep
in the camo urban
fleece of everyone

across from me she sits
choking a butt
in her steady manicured fingers
we exchange what could have been
glances of amusement or a study for observable regret
"He really deserved it, I wonder why I waited so long."
That was the first thing she said
after a whole hour in silence
" I am so stoked you were there with me."
She snuffed out her cigerette as if to puncuate herself
"Ah, the look on the slobs face."
some how all my confusion and nausea
faded with her exhale that settled into a
sinister smile...
something or someone

There are rivers for each stage of life
as well as for 'most every mood.
Some run wild and full of strife
while others seem to slowly brood.

Like us, they start with two joined parts
love for us and streams for them.
Both begin with fits and starts
as if their birth were a mere whim.

The rivers of my heart and home
spring from Blue Ridge mountain hollows
where they laugh and rush with foam,
their pools dimpled by evening swallows.

will you love to see me crying
tears rolling daily
and all relatives weeping
along with me

will you feel happy
beyond the silent clouds
as you see your spouse
draped in white and black

will you like to see a
widow staring out of a window
and just waiting for the Sunday
that should also take her away

no I know you wouldn't like it that way
so I will spend a simple day
maybe a week
to enjoy the hours we shared together daily