and today I slay death
it was my way
knife-heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for man
and the council,
the pompous twelve
non-human  but eager
to learn
and,
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal-rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak-near
the hand grab my heart
heroes save, what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along, tomorrow-
today the gift is given
softly, we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
and simple pleasures

:: 03-12-2014 ::

THE many
times,
few
moments
t o o,
a silent
w o o,
visits

m
e

:: 09-25-2014 ::

I present the mouse,
it’s scurrying ways,
necessarily to speak,
the theory unique,
a way to transcend
literature and art
all together!
Invading space and
domains of philosophy,
psychology and even
politics!
The surrealist poet,
that holds, like blade,
sublime point and all ways
that which human mind
and spirit communicates
Like the mouse, inside house,
freed from constraints,
convention, logic, morality,
to feast upon aesthetic beauty

I present the surrealist poet,
and the great enigma…
where words make love!

:: 09-26-2014 ::

all considerations aside
beside my lonely thought
when stuck there between-
inside my mind — that heart

lo
ve
ly

thoughts

what night
devours
and all left,
the crumb
of my single
t
h
o
u
g
h
t

a baited
HOOK
and my
Pisces
bites keeping
all quality
under wraps!

:: 09-09-2014 ::