After asking
She gave me the go-ahead
And it felt Irie

Blueprints etched on
Walls of caves inheritance
For this day and age
A Revival of flesh onto bone
Our birthright cast in stone

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

Though the rooms of her heart might be shattered
Her strong will and majestic grace remains resolute
She bore the remnants of ochre like tattoos on the walls of her body
As she cradled humanity's first born with promise
Her eyes bore the ravages of battles lost
Yet her reserves will lead us into the future as a blueprint from the beginning
And she will be called the matriarch angel of the universe

It was the emergency room
He recognised them all
Some looked very happy
Some looked concerned
Some were crying
Some making prayerful gestures
But none looked like sugarman
He was too busy milking the
Lifeblood out of someone else

Her eyes said it all
Sophie never wants to feel displaced
my eyes concluded
a love like her are irreplaceable

The devils Hero is a dead addict.

I caught an arrow that broke your heart
You dodged a bullet meant for me

Melodiously
Two doves sit on a wire
Love partners for life

Heads throb
in the eye of legs
It's not inside
it's on top.

Murphy got wary
he shot himself in the leg
we all hailed Mary

The conceptual love
of a mother's
"Creed"
in thought word and deed.

The sun has got mountains to climb.

They cast the first stone
from behind saber tooth
of decay.

These scars
bear my witness
I did not see it coming
a minute
later
she married
the
alligator.

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

Take me back to that boat on the river

where innocence doesn't hide
risk wears a sleeve
and fear quickly dies.

Take me back to that boat on the river

where the meek makes brave
and danger is kept
in its shallow grave.

Take me back to that boat on the river

where the rapids grow wild
and life lives carelessly
through the eyes of a child.

✌&1♥

Dead they lay
abandoned in a storm
wrong turn
precious babies
****** unturned

And then I kissed her
we did the San-francisco
a daisy necklace

Glossy lipped nectar
the dark holed flytrap goddess
attractive Venus

When your partner realises the strength of l❤ve Imagine the possibility .

Life is life
love is life
life is strife
don't worry to much about dying
in the end you are definitely going to experience your own death
Live to Live
until your last
breath

I had a wake-up call
from the loveliest dream
she was gone
and I,
sat upon a yellow stream.

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.

Your love, your beauty, and your innocence hold the advantage over me, your complete being is infinitely embedded in my soul.

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.

As reflections of our mature consciousness
Took us back to that awesome day
When we played together
Experiencing the magic shared
As our hearts embraced the beautiful sight
Of the red, yellow, black, and white balloons
Strung together
Floating peacefully against the backdrop of the blue lit sky
Breathing under the canopy of its shadow
We too were strung together
Hand to Hand
Skin to Skin
Let's challenge ourselves not to burst any of those marvelous bubbles
Transforming our minds to once again become colour blind

Mother Mary stood in the rain
with angel wings rainbow strained
where contrite victory
prayer and history
flourished against the grain.

Every single day
words slam love
and yet love
is the Word❤

She saw the bald man
Gemini split the mirror
her mayflower's june

Inexplicable death.
Fangbitten
on a nail bed
slip sliding away
******* their souls
the light dies white eyes
floating inside black holes.

What can I say about mirrors
except that some colonialists bought and painted country's with its reflection
or as they would Jo-Kingly recall
Give a monkey a mirror and he will think he's a God

Pain is steel
as a Sunday sermon,
nothing could *****
your imagination
more than the rook
smoke it fix it poke it
happiness
is at stake
check it out
and
check your
mate.

Earth grind slutty slime
pulled from a minds remembral
an extinguisher.

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