Count the rings
they will tell you my age,
On the Day
Her wide eyes spit venom
Burning my Soul
to the bone and searing my heart closed forever…

As she walked away,
I no longer existed to her…
I was no longer there in the passing-by
And moving-on left me invisible,
Ignored and condemned;
Left to learn what is meant
To be
Unforgiven….
(22 July 06)

Inside
is where one's Truth
lies colorful uninhibited
doubtful creatively hesitant

where I'm inappropriate

& remorseful guilty
painstakingly obvious,
but nonetheless honest
& Real.

A subjective
relationship
sinking fast
& choosing & deciding
distinctively to deceive
ourselves too...

A Poet’s House
those scattered
letters  & inflections …

Where upon
syntax & words
underneath Ones’ simile
is a place for syllabic prose
to rest & hide…

Dactylic upon memories’ shelves

Casted cacophony
reflected back
In pentameter’s youth
upon Our mantle
where crisp corners
of parchment turn
set a fire
& forever burn.

(26 April 2022)

Water or blood
It’s raining !

A baptism or sacrifice

It washes somethings away
Makes it pure...
Makes it clean...

Blood between the thighs
Does it make one pure?

It cleanses
the Body
or  the Soul...

One’s attitude
To Change.

The mind
a priceless gift
immemorial,
however,
flawed
the spirit without
cannot lift.

Brokenness
begets
One broken
Healer
begets
One healed.

God gave us a home,
a place to stay
man cast his yolk
& stole it all away.