worlds are collapsing, rising; dictators exhale,
entangle the veins of the world
some ideas preserve salty streets like janitors of the dark
summer keeps the score of perfumed nights
I indulge in the womb of heat
wounds are retreating in sequestered spaces -
the seeds of the future.
there is a chill in the air, dread strikes near and far
light flows like the dance stuck in my bones
everywhere the pulse of time, dreaming

The death,
Dreadful devil,
Eradicates the life,
Shadow of barren, haunted world,
The Loss

the leaders of World
making efforts for world peace
the glory of wars

She shows her beauty
old lady sees her and laugh
mirage fades in time

It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south.
Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future?
I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten.
But they are only background – separate from now.
They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always.
The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”.
That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

No Clouds, no Moon
I must be lost.
The yellow sky
Is running scared.

In twilights breath
I find warmth
I live
In twilights breath
I long
I burn

just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did