I was thirsty and this ice was thick
forgive me
Ive not the strength to kick

and a wind combs my hair
for at the blue to blue my eyes
shall stare

For it was you whom in all
days strode in and tore
away the worry

mended me with a dare

Limestone quarries in milk lane
heat
the dance of cicada
the dirt on your feet

Belvederes over slim
cigars

behind the wheel
of the motorcar

The rain days sighed
and we smiled
all the while

CLUNK
On the island of Clunk,
Where brass monkeys sell junk
And the people are all kept in zoos,
There's a strange sort of beast,
In a cave to the East,
Called the Enty-Magenty-Magoo

To describe him.... I'll try,
He's about the same size
As the Purple Big Boggy Badoo,
But unlike that giant duck,
He just roars, doesn't cluck,
Not the Enty-Magenty-Magoo .

EDEN

Surreptitiously
slithering and slipping by
hissing your sibilants
spewing lies
seductive sensuality
you are the death of the Soul
and you call me.
by name.

I grip my weapon in my hand
I am a true freedom fighter
I've had all that I can stand
any future must be brighter

Others feel the same as I
we come together, show our strength
beneath a cool November sky
for change we'll go to any length

In squads we approach the front line
where war will be won, maybe lost
and here our weapons' strengths combine
we brandish them despite the cost

if one has money
it’s best to splurge it
why keep it locked up
for others to feed
enjoy your life your way my son, life has many joys to present…. some love sex and luxurious beds …. pillows higher than high …and women to beneath lay … so we have many who like playboys play … others just would love to flaunt their wealth…. to show how big is theirs !!!...pockets you know… but tis better to spend, than hoard

Reflection

"Count your blessings", tells the saying,
think about the goods you're haying.
 Forsake your ills, forget them all 
 Your blessings make the grieves forestall.
Healthy paws enhance the swaying.

Money's worthless love is paying .
 Every little thing is weighing
with health and passion-overall.
Count your blessings.

I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

SILENCE BROKEN NOT BY MIDNIGHT
TOMBSTONE BY YON MOONLIGHT GLEAMS
WHERE IN EONS PAST I FANCY
HE HAD DWELT ON SPECTRAL DREAMS

SOFT LIGHT FALLS UPON THE IVY
SPREAD ACROSS AN ANGELS WINGS
WHERE UPON A BROKEN BIBLE
ECHOES AS A RAVEN SINGS

LONG FORGOTTEN LOST THIS CHURCHYARD
SPURNED BY ALL IN DEAD OF NIGHT
RUSTLING NEATH THE VAULTED PILLARS
STEALTHY CREATURE OUT OF SIGHT

EDGAR ALLAN TWAS I HASTEN
HAUNTED BY A DREADFUL DEED
DID INVADE THIS GLADE OF MEMORY
FOR TO PLANT HIS WRITTEN SEED

Oh what sorrowful time it is now,

Gather eyes of greed,
And hear for a man has passed in a dream,

Hear this news good people for he has been taken,
Taken into the infinite night of his imagination,
And behind him he leaves nothing,
But his verse,

To follow his path,
Would be pointless,
He searched for color because it exists,

Hear me good people,
With your eyes of greed,
Gather around those of you,
Who have torn hearts,