The apocalypse is tomorrow
so batton down your lungs with the red earth
wet the dust to make clay
cover yourself in what you think is your worth,
The apocalypse is tomorrow
but throw your sorrows away.
We don't need them in this deathland
we care no more about what you say.

multipurpose setting but one dimension

this breed holds a stethoscope
wheels into cardiac I.C.U
plod scavengers in effectual white
-lab rat

now in two set one scene telescope

that breed holds a chalk- nab cat
their eyes glitter more for sorcery
roost feathers and painting circled eye
nudity to feet and coral beads regalia
lightening talking directly to ears
germ hands from clay storey cavements and straw umbrella

bloom blush
therin behind the bush
the ivy hyphen squads
in crushed per centage
uniforms

a reddened ruse
up harsh stairs
rush

beneath a scanned sky
and softened hush
a streaming instrument
of crime
sinks in its shallow stainless tray
while the girl in the gown
in sleeping frown
drifts dreamland realms
a gritty sky
the yellow nicotine teeth
combing dogs graves
and mongrel collar hues
the greasy fingers of
waste climb to heavens
floors and walk for you

When folks have all the time

what are just three lines
they call it a senyru
that's no crime

they test patience
comparing with red wine
and sublime
like my visions across the oceans

I see a senyru coming
but then I promised to remain
within my own domain
and raj I can't dare annoy
nor with Ian's ideology toy
but oh boy
Barbara has forgotten me

come lets go to sea
and watch the demise of a setting sun
which has a right to rise as a reborn one
elsewhere

They bloom to bring cheer
in wreaths shed silent tears
then are forgotten.

Such iconic life though short
shows how to deal with the thorns

A nice addition volunteered by Ian:-

Inside the rose bud
The perfume of feeling grows
My love is held so

So tightly within my heart
I know that she sees me there.

Open your eyes, my friends
We have been fed with lies for many years
This deception must come to an end
or it will ravage our dreams for the future

We have been nodding our heads,
machinations serving the corrupt without intent,
puppets to the minds deprived of humanity,
allowing them to stir our lives to ruins

Open your eyes and rise
let your voice be heard,
In silence our souls have died,
let them be reborn in this life

In the far distance of my minds vision
I see flowers from the Garden of Eden
more humans flower each day

many wither away

but for times immemorial the gardens stay
all newer generation comers have a good day

tis a lovely morn
and an enchanting sunrise
just for you today
as my voice in harmony
words and thoughts
for you all display

friends come along
have a very propitious
lucky ...happy and merry today
as we all compose
on such a lovely day
friends
of ours today......

UNTITLED

There is no longer fire in my soul
no poetry in my heart\
that speaks to me its beauty
my spirit shuns the light
my words grow cold
and the essence that
defines me
weakens each day
as I languish
in space and time

Quicksand…

You watch I watch none of us are seeing,
there is no great picture of knowledge
where it all comes together.
Like the water in your coffee energised
by the swirling of a hand, pooled so rapidly
then to die just like our forever.

We aim to be happy finding life like a
new day just gone, feeling so small like
the vast sea compared to our yawn.
But we live in our world ignoring others
requests, sorry no help here we’re not
really gods creation, life is not a set
of tests.

World watches in awe
the superimposition
Earth shadowing Moon

Two celestial super stars
during a brief rendezvous