get on your knees
and colour
the lands
do it with verve
and the patience
it demands…
Beauty
Pour over coffee
I spot your hormones
I spot
your hormones
I see them
in your spots
Old ladder
overhead
watchful ornament
reached for the top
to some extent
old ladder
hanging bare
bears witness
a silent stare
Eggs dancing
rhythmically
jiving
to increasing heat
my eggs dance around
in boiling water
without legs
nor cold feet
Wild Will
Will
hit a rock
he was insulted
by a cock
he smacked
him in the gob
for being such
a knob
Will went back
to his chair
and proceeded
to swear
all this fuss
and his cuss
cause his wife
has no hair
All living things
all livings things
want to live
by law of nature
and what it offers
all living things
I fell asleep
I fell asleep
on an empty train
trying to forget
my daily pain
my daily pain
absorbed by sleep
I will be moved
but shall not weep
~foto by swhnj_rthsr
A courtyard of stone
an old man
playing a violin
devotes
his melancholy notes
to the sun
a blue sky
and a few birds
passing by
whilst forgotten chansons
echo off the walls
of shut shops
beneath a plane tree
almost alone
he brings tears
and joy
to a courtyard of stone
Women
perfect
creations
of a creative
god
creating
precious
pure
emotional
curvy
beings
shining
light
perpetually
yet sometimes
a tad whiny
perhaps regretfully
I’ve grown accustomed to you
every second
every minute
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
every decade
every moment
every emotion
every notion
every strife
I’ve learned to cope with you
my dear friend
I’ve grown accustomed to you
life
The silhouette of your soul
the silhouette
of your soul
shapes the contours
of your being
into a mystic shadow
of thyself
She in the distance
faded
by shadows
and mist
remote
beyond reach
I devote
myself
to her
perhaps in my dreams
she
in the distance
Stride
regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended up
down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination
I won’t let you go
I shall hold you
and squeeze you tight
I won’t let you go
without a fight
She, in the garden
standing
twirling
absorbing
rays
watching
bees
and butterflies
fly
on colorful sunny days
circling
around her
she stays
She, in the garden
Mystic earthly stray
unaware
of things
out there
you build
your beliefs
collected
and divided
by day dreams
hoping
they’ll come true
somehow
one day
searching
for the right
or left path
on your
mystic
earthly
stray
Bowie
shining starman
galactic eyes
this lyrical labyrinth
his myth in disguise
fallen to earth
blessed with dark voice
his majestic apparel
and intellectual poise
shy oddity
golden hair
humble chameleon
with androgynous flair
magical star lit
in a theatrical maze
graciously styled
a visual daze
talented genius
majored in Tom
gracious Jones
my musical bomb
To the forest
rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust
I should go to the forest
I really must…
Witty words 