It takes infinitely longer
walking back
still history records our steps
discovers our roots
and knows our archetypes

None must hurt in hurts
Cohesion mend and it mends
two halves blend and blends

Try hard this I did
for better or worst the best
unto the twelfth hour

Take me as I am
cause a reaction
understanding
not a transaction
set it off,
and
🎬
ACTION.

Crackling underfoot
from the leaves around her roots
a furnace for Moms

Slugs or lettuce
fur from flesh
ask any Vegan
they know best.

I can hear voices
Wind chimes and dreamers talking
The night speaks volumes

The irony after the fall

we needed us

to stand tall

Mired without ask
tasked on model complexion
"It's" wearing a mask

Yesterday
I took a walk in the park
found Hello
but she refused to play
I saw the heartbeat, of Helios
lofty heels horses kick
but nothing came my way
the sunflower
dropped its head
the nightcrawlers fled
I scratched my head
yet hello had nothing
left to say
On the night of mares
with no place to let
drafted to death
I mean a man is a man
a woman needs her love
talking heads
meet and treat
love doves,
only happen
after hey.

Get us in there wit
Madam

hurry Up - Dingo

the clouds are sagging

Once green once bright once brown
bones of white summoned by the ground
very close so close flesh of the frail,
warm in the marrow and hot on the bone the call of winter embraced by the old

Return to sender

What do you do
sparks fly when things go crazy
I play the banjo

Yet I saw black death
Vaporized in mine own eye
Overpowering

The
whites
of their eyes
remain at a tilt
on the conscience of a child.
The catcher in the web
retain the illusion on the net
the mask of evil is hugely evident
and money in the spank
makes this poem highly irrelevant.

Is this the post office

He gave her flowers
Her eyes exploded
He consumed her emotions
She could not contain the joy
Torrents of blue for red roses.

Alaskan flakes falling
lullaby Leaves sway trees sleep
Northern sun's pausing

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

Monsters keele
dust settles
the ground never
acknowledges the weight
in the pockets
of what's going down

Fortunately I don't know
When it's my time
So I forgive and forget
Even myself without regret
I live for today tomorrow's
Far away
A smile on good mornings
With children I play
I do the dishes
Although I'm a little bit grey
A smile to the neighbour
Of sunbeam displayed
I sometimes say bad stuff
Grumpy dismayed
But do not repeat it I'm so afraid
For in this great moment
We call today
There's only one chance
And this I will say
My time or yours
Will be remembered
As sunshine or rain

Forgiveness
doesn't change the past
it supports the future.

Crouching at your door
squalls taunt, the devil don't pray
do not be afraid

Listen to his voice
He knows the qualms of darkness
feet above water

knees lowly
silence the raging tempest
You are our daily bread

Fictional
venom
exist

No mean no more STIGMA

They saw them
they got them seeing
writing in stone
Intrinsic Baba

Five Star blue planet
Cosmic Hubble love bubble
Heaven's parallel

She won by a landslide

To the young ones who have been taken from us? I write about all things beautiful for there is many that cross the sky of life.
love does exist for me, only if I can as well see time as a sign an opportunity, to find, as a part of my design, to free the blood of my inner child, is to live, love, write and protect the beauty of the innocent child.

I'll give as much as I have taken.
It's my unqualified purpose
to set free

Sometimes our expectations
devours our strength
instead of being content
until the right moments arrive
too late too little never enough
bury our patience and loses
the best we had to offered
and never received.

The humane big heart
defeats superficial fear
love works inside out
She won't grow rotten apples
just look at mamma the earth

Dear Chr✝s...
Vile
flip
flop
file
bittersweet!!!
guile
Kind regards
Cr✝ss...

Fly me to the moon

no Buzz or the old Armstrong

E-nano-matrix

"Bezos, Musk" exoplanets

covid injected "Will Tell".

Fighting with themselves
a demonic history
without a head

One very bright day,
the sun will melt
these frozen fragments, away,
where you will become one with her, loving her more,
a little while longer my friend
all the way.

The lake is empty
Except for the bubbles
Of the bottom feeder

You play an integral part in the
Blueprint of creation
From the beginning until the end
God is relentless in his persuit to
Bring you back to him
Never mind what you do
Right or wrong
The only thing that God won't
Interfere with is your free will
To choose.
Forever under the shadow of his mighty wings
You are all included in
God's Infinite Bucket List

We are dwarfed
By the beauty of love
in its plural, singularity gigantic.




.

When we fall asleep at night
There is no control
Over what happens in the interim
exept for the glorious entity
Who wakes us up
To a brand new day

I looked up at mother nature, holding her hands, standing on her toes, facing
the rain, listening to the wind, hearing her chant and the clouds disappeared the flowers chased after the sun and the sound of her voice cleared the fear, at the drop of a tear, into my ear, into my heart, into my soul, singing, we are the moon, we are the tide, we are the one, we are the world.

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

Everything else is apart
I wouldn't know if I hadn't
fallen in love
it is the true art
of the heart.