Innocence is the catalyst
a child the key
Compassion births belief.

Look toward the stars
in our existential quest
carry on searching

I'm out of the game
a yard a yarn a yearning
flaccid broke insane

Brushes softly stroked
no anger only patience
love gentle as a dove

Sorry guys
at this point in time
the algorithm
just don't have enough
monocular

Braving half bludgeoned

her skin mended the deep scars

freedom takes courage

strapping boots and walking tall

leaving the monsters behind.

Fly me to the moon

no Buzz or the old Armstrong

E-nano-matrix

"Bezos, Musk" exoplanets

covid injected "Will Tell".

A great teacher sets good examples,
allows you to stumble, and learns
from your mistakes, acknowledges
his own, sharing words that edify both.

Butterfly cocoons
love's belly button platoon
born beneath the moon.

Subliminal pest
Wailing wall of ****** clots
Mosquito swat plaques

Binging and smoking
With foolish prance
Instant combustion
Meandering across barrier lines
In less than sixty seconds
Smashing, cringing and choking
Euphoric blunder
Six feet under

Desperate I stood
Bruised from shame
A man on the edge of decay
With an olive branch
She brought me back
Into her forgiving heart
The next morning self-satisfied
I left without remorse or goodbye

If you had a dream
in the real world I believe
your love for the word.

See the fray of decay,
look at the level of debris,
even the God
who walked on water
they nailed to a tree.

Sharkfin soup and tea
Chinese ****** the sea
even in my country❓

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

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

Wrong crowd empty cup
she dipped her toes
in the wrong throes
tumbling like a lost kite
head-spinning
blinded by the height,
the eyes have vision
but this naive girl
had compromised her sight,
abandoned and disgraced
catching the twenty-two
in-between
a rock and a hard place.

Rare Misty mornings

Birds chirpy pecking happy

Worms stay up longer

Thumbnail text-omics
me myself v the iPod
brain cell migration
human genes on nano screens
incognito poetry.

There are literally only a second to change your mind

Love is the way 
it knows all about you
never blinking
about danger
the baby
the stranger
Love is the way through a mainger.

Who's persistence is rife
can I see and feel what begs
and in the order of love
you still offered me a knife.

I leaned toward it
that is where the road turned me
into a spare wheel

We made them
nurture them during the day
fist punch full of glitter
mesmerizing the night
a sky full of glittering stars

Cruel fell from the sky
even the midwives
left us then, to die.
Black-eyed battered beauty
a withered wick
on a burning stick
I made a choice
the child my duty
tiny eyes a crying delight
I kept the baby
I followed her/his light.

Everybody came from somebody
came from God came from Mary.

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.

When a leading star
cast a ray of hope
on a manger
where a mother
birthed love
by pain and tears
there Santa appears
before dawn
where the child was born.

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

Smoke drumrolls dance,

indigenous
verve,

observed
conserved
preserved
reserved

a shaman's stance

reduced

to an historical prance.

I gave them a million miles
Of anger
And all they wanted back was me

Unconscious we are all judges
At the cross of the ballot box

He often wondered
do you cheat
when you close them
copper-tone shades
shut your eyes
and I'm a goner.

Plenitude
in the heptagon
of gratitude
natural pride
the abominable defied.

The devil divides
Pangea broken
the ancient sanctum

On this site
bad things happen
to good people
it feels like a crackdown
in a lockdown

hurricane tossed
I hate my body
my mind is clogged
banging baggage
life is a mock
the hustle for crack
unsympathetic...tock
on a deadly track.

I leave the mirror
Scarred by rejection
Thinking at a glance
Its just an optical illusion
I'm the spitting image
Of who I want to be
Gleefully I left them there
Empty

Caught
and
crushed
inside the butterfly
trap
it's simply "lemonade"
at the goosebump
parade.