There are monsters in flesh of Man
where abominable thoughts linger
terrorize the city with their game plan
the despicable deeds called "murder"

They often strike in the dead of the night,
paint it blood-red to spread fear.
The vortex of a violent storm truly describes,
the crimes proving their sadistic nature

I am one of those who hunt them.
deciphering their codes with my skill
My autopsies will reveal their tools
and estimate the time the heart is stilled

I sat a while there in the forest
I thought of most things as they came to me
Yet could I grasp the meaning of all things
Now I even doubt the next day as it will arrive

Where do I go I asked what do I do now
Can I equate this life of mine to purpose
Suppose I had not passed this way
What changes would be missing

There in the quiet of the forest glade
my thoughts became clear stretching out
As the carpet of blue bells seemed to ring
Telling the world that they were there.

purr galactic miser
purl pendulums Orion
feet dance miss her
skeletal mist star

surreal lasers mercuric
beam smudge
her prime, behold!
jet teasers

the jovial swings
a form needed
its rite dust-phase
beyond cubicle estranged

despoilment repair cardinal
internship regal
legal of loam
trepidation silk atom

Only when May's dreams come true
that spring would show,up and through.
The meadows would then over sneeze
the Marigolds with summer's breeze.
Bees with pollens are to and fro,
paint the green with colors-raw.
The flowers smile, the hearts sway,
while silent go the words and 'stray.
The heaven patters-showers sheen,  
  the rainbow reflects–his face is seen. 
The cycle goes once and again,
more flowers bloom, to blaze the plain.

Interesting Deadly Fellowship…

Interesting sort of fellow
that man who augured time
He squeezed it’s life
like squeezing a lemon or lime.
Writing a book he demanded
we must look.
This was his word, to help control the herd.

There were other tricks
to keep us in line
like the time he turned
water into wine
Unfortunately for us we
were too keen to believe,
his tricks made easy
as he cajoled and deceived.

Look over there! (just don't look here)
I'll not mislead you, never fear
and please don't read the constitution.
That is Never the solution.

What do you mean about Benghazi?
It had naught to do with me.
It's cause? A little video.
Believe me 'cause I told you so.

Immigration laws? Well I decided
some of them were too one sided.
So I decreed to not enforce
but I was not decision's source.

Under a blanket of despair,
no sleep can be found.
A sweet lullaby stolen
from the lips of a mother.
Her tears forming a river
as the cacophonic sound of gunshots
greets the return of the night,
robbing the soul of peace
while harmony is torn asunder

Upon the broadened wings of sentimentality
We hope to ride free,
to enter newer vistas hopefully…
where we shall confront happiness, may be.

Such a vision only those can see
who abide in their massive belief,
that life exists beyond this earthly sojourn,
into the far reaching realms yet unknown
but some still believe they exist.

Cells were closed off,
Charred on the outside fresh on the in.
A wall of non-energy surrounded my skin.
Gut was disconnected from the cognitive,
No feeling not living.
My biological imperative,
To wonder why there are stars at night.
Feel a sense of peace, looking on,
even release of fright.
Feeling is the weight in every decision,
Giving meaning to orbital vision.
Morbid attrition incorporate in wisdom,
Reminder; of the limitation of emotion.
The blank page you can never write.

Voluminous
spreads ringlets
full of gold
and rich deep shades

suffuse
a timbre
beneath the
above
has awakened
the river
an electrical
apparition
appealed
and found

this alarm howling
at dusk
a klaxon blaze
striking its honed
keen point
fresh soul
fresh taste
beneath boughs
bending in secret
troughs

like the delicate braid
of gold at your throat
gentle