I cannot afford to pay
the ferryman shrugged
so the POOR bard
who so wanted to go
all the same had to remain.

I sleep at my mother's
My wife has repossessed
The bed and my neighbour
Does the plumbing etc.....

Slipping on her cold blood
Indulgence uncorked
Champagne laced with poison ivy
Euphoria unfolded lapping up
The leftovers of another man's bliss
He got caught in the fish net stockings
Of a poledancer thinking
How the he'll did I miss that
The girl had ***** and a ten inch
Rocket
Tied to a crack in her back pocket

In Zeppelin's dream

monsoon lovers  
in cocoon

ecstatic kaboom

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

I
would
love
to
die
like
the
CHILD
in
an
adults
body
young
free
and
innocent

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.

There are
irrepressible feelings
a certain
nostalgic hinderence
of pure magic
called
puppy love.

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