Some things are best left un-addressed
said the priest to the professional
in the confessional.

..Beyond the vail
....Faraway from the myst..
......Ignorance remain bliss.

Swim like fish
test the shallows
go deep
if the water suits you
stay over
fall asleep.

If you said hello
to each with a smile, I say
I know these two actions
had made up a halo
around your expressions
Today.

Of autumn
there is not much to say
brown leaves fall
in healthy decay
white leaks on heads I say
embrace the old
salute the fall
rake the rust
dress for frost
and prepare the coals.

In a scribble
grammar-sphere
Covid-spastic-wormholes
from a new world intelligence.

Come on dudes this is a personal invite
who-ever own the guru-rules out there
come clear make contact
let's boogie on Bach
eat together with Spock,
vegans are welcome too
no disecting
no probes
no props
only sunlight strobes
just the few of us
a humpback tv
Danny Glover, Aeon flux
and Spielberg,
indulged in mars bars and smoked-yeast,
if the kitchen heats up I'll offer you
oil Sheik in galaxian crude dip with
elongated Musk on fire and ice.

A collage of tragedy
people with broken heads
I've never met
bones blood and cracks
pasted on a woven mat
effusive the unexplained
brutality unrestrained
social insanity above
hidden tapestry.

Fighting with themselves
a demonic history
without a head

Her
the Queen
of Eiffel.

Him
the King
a director of Pisa.

On coronation day.

With devil on broadway
and IT on broadband
remember the algorithm
is not your friend
fine tune these narratives
be vigilant and stay strong
Join the club
write a poem
fight the wrong

The laurel around their head
is considered a halo
by fellows wearing dreads.

From a news-paper of the past

seen in an old dusty garage

the lense took a GODLY take

of two birds kissing for day's

a picture of what could've been

LIFE on the front page.

Smoke drumrolls dance,

indigenous
verve,

observed
conserved
preserved
reserved

a shaman's stance

reduced

to an historical prance.

In the quicker sand

deeper than I've ever been

slip sliding away

I still see the gravedigger's *****

6ft deep in the shallows

Stay strong
.................... hide the emotion
ride the wave
.................... grid the grain

set the standard

engrave the edge.

Do not concern yourself
with verbal abuse
they are deeply disturbed
enclosed and confused.

When the good die young

respect the ashes of urn

the child she had birthed

symbolic of white roses
beheld it's wilt potpourri.

Respect the desert

the Tsamma holds providence

natural balance

Soon very soon
we will witness
death by avalanche
and the world
will be praying for ice.

Jekyl or Hyde
above the belly
on a beer tap
in the ally,
below the waste
goombaya
out of the preachers face,
it's my body Yue!!!
now You!!! tattoo this on on my chest,
permanently
now hidden behind a vest.
gin & tonic
sure don't mean tiger
given to a drunk crit
as an insult from China.

The real garter
a vicarious slaughter
the royal flush never bought it
Dodi craoked on it
while Camilla caught it.

Weaving a thin line

paying her lovers in kind

she's a man eater.

Don't forget to remember
complacency kills reality
the image is photographic
and still time means nothing
without the library.

To us as gifts were
given 12 metal keys
the rustiest
is forgiveness
it's grace got blessed
by the giver of life.

No you won't be tagged for hash.
YOU ARE NOT AN EXPERIMENT
EAGLES WATCH THEIR YOUNG
Look there's Jackal's  
Find out for yourself.

Jou koffie moer broer
said the colloniser of Jan's brew

Grey bound
Green leaves
Grandpa's dream
Grandma's crown.

When the tide rises all ships are raised
it was fundamtally
mother Mary's call.
When boats fell
from standing tall
it's captain took the fall,
who laid hands
on such innocence
who took a stand
albeit a woman
a child
or a man,
is the ocean too deep
and the river too wide
are we as a people
afraid of the fault
caused by crimson tides,
who are we praying for?
Jesus rose when he died
where She humbly stood for
nations to rise.

Are we poles apart
a dress rehearsel  
for a form of art
who get's hurt
and who has fun,
is it papel tops
or black sons;
Were our human blood
pigmented
for the colour of love
are we hinged on Icarus wings

Asked?

the Third world from the sun.

And there we all die

exposition mindboggling

for the naked soul

I found myself
in a circle of chips
fighting the circus of life
if only the old oak
could shed some light
I guess his bark
was bigger than his bite.

A fossil rocks on the beach
alcoholic breath
with dynamic speech
the question was your dad
I must have meant T rex
the devil of that era
her mom lit up her eyes
died too early hurly burly
Rex got rash
drank whisky and smoked hash
he turned mean
she turned blue
like Monday's trash
ran away after eighteen
a cycad on the waterfront
telling true stories
a message ON the bottle
slamming at full throttle.

Unveiled no clothes

for a ******* exposed

a pro's grand$lam

at a one night stand.

Molten wax
on candlesticks
deep
there my head
toppled
for you my sweet,
skull-demons
keeps me awake
while your beauty sleeps,
are we dead men living
under the torment
of a captor's keep
for a honeycomb
laced with nectars
bitter weep.

Bad taste or good humour
love or lose
death lives
whoever
you
are
whatever
youv'e been,
hasbeen
just like us!!!! even the qeen
left behind
hurting
someone elses mind.

A dying breed
in living color
at warp speed

Asleep in the head

rent free and very well fed

shhhhhh  there's monsters there

Oh the omnipresent soul
like a terracotta sponge
absorbing our resolve
now and forever after.

Barefoot down the aisle
clean feet
well groomed
a matrimonial journey
enticingly different
filled with pitfalls
trials and tribulation
[on holy ground
where there are angels all around us.]