The Port Lincoln with a headed green
reminds of all the vanished love songs
tires of doom and cages of hope
some days the rawness cascaded
burning my sole with remnant matters
in a lovely world where we aspired
with fixed attires that truly perspired

At the heart of this desert bloom
where nothingness claims attention
at the hand of the sunken gloomy sun
which prevails the dry land it scorches
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities

At the heart of the desert bloom
where the rain fades inside the sandy dunes
casting the breeze to the barren land
with unconcern perils and derailment
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities

At the heart of a desert bloom
on the silvery aligned amber bridge
overlooking the stratified red rocks
where guanos and snakes rest and arrest
appeasing and hissing the untold secrets

At the heart of the desert bloom
on a mounted grill of unmovable waters
lying meters deep, overlaid by the patch
patterned with blackness and debris
as a heavenly breeze whispers of beginnings

At the heart of the desert bloom
where the past was long laid and cast
painted at the end of a two year past
of prolific and demonic disengagement
on passageways where all there is moves on

The queen of fortune is back
shielded and paraded with worth
her shine is like a lotus flower
blooming with pleasantries
Regenerated with a rebirth
a metamorphosis abrupt
a conspicuous gifted yield
such a prideful moonlight
a heir that grabs and wants
trawl, crawl, sprout, mount
a balloon with kaleidoscope
embellished without ambush
and her light a clever touch
a flight of unheeded clowns
those with a taste of dry and high

Pocket the riff of the strum
hide in the hum,by the cliff
smile at the wall countdown

There is a hole in your soul
at the crossroads of the ends
the confusion within shadows

Bathe inside the current of dreams
pull painfree from the dainty mount
there is nothing that is left to lose

I'll take you to the fearless grounds
wipe the teardrop vile grounding tears
pause the episode of unstoppable rain

I see your hidden gaze in unclear mirrors
In the inbetween of the yesterday lines
Mincing matters on edges of destiny

Pocket the riff of the strum
and stand up unafraid to lead,  
Let the blues melt away all highways

Path trended and passed
In silence they weep and act
Aisle after aisle a memory sung
Trespassed as eventful melody

Spears of death sink inwards
Body trembles as it fades away
A belong to the bare soiled ground
As the whispers of the wind evaporate

I lost my shoes, my clothes all torn
Blended in moulded formed horns
Knees crashed on the pebbles
I recite my said and unsaid repentance

The bricks, blocks and boxes boast
Rising above the past I long lost
As the heat rise, they make passion
A traction, the subtractions,a surmise

The sunrise once bright disappears
The lens clogged in blurry vision
A bird within flutters and mutters
Drifty as the phone once held slide

Out of reach, out of touch, outer tours
Over sensed danger, the blackened day
Liberated in clear skies,unclouded reforms
The pounded bells echoes lullabies of calm

I cannot fit in these circles they build me
I cannot be bullied outside my reality
I cannot be dragged in their dark tunnels
I cannot be drugged inside their quarries

                         FOR
When all fades away the 'self' has to be whole
When all shades the 'self' within has to reconnect
The 'self' has it's own shell that crowns it's life
The 'self' is an open field shielded from the storm

My 'self' will not indulge in the mediocre cranes
My 'self' will not be spotlighted for egoistical tunes
My 'self' redeems as it condenses in the mist of the dew
My 'self' is my ultimate repentant, a repellant from the norm

The lowly amber circles attune
on the savanna grass of Serengeti
as the glow penetrates our tent
where the hungry hyenas nudge

At the dawn of four thirty
when dew recollects on the green
and the lioness pawn are grounded
at the lawn where we once laid

You are possessive and protective
rejective and a handsome danger
hypnotized by spells of the acacia trees
dancing under the thousand stars

As I unlearn the memoirs of the past
within the decorative adventures
where the world was ours to hold
in shades of deep blue and reds  

Float baby, stow on the highways
where we changed to hues of black
with beautiful stacked memories
in the wild chasing the leopards

Flow baby, stroll on the railways
where we felt a million tunes
tracking hunts and ******* rants
cautious of the predatory play

Fight baby, sew the sutured heart
where once a love was a lullaby
at the drop of the Kilimanjaro
unfreed from all the carry-ons

Is it possible that I could feel your presence?
after transitional transversed  mishaps
unfortunate twinklets of wasted stars
watered to wither in the dying greenery

Is it possible you are a hand width away?
just the other day on the promenade
watching the sails of the ships change course
tacking to that bountiful paradise of ours

Is it possible that we are counting mere days?
the indescribable pulsating of mere aliveness
running as the night draws into darkness
where whispers are above our withins

The star-gate crystals are clear
calm in energetic planetary power
they balance and pattern life
the eclipse of galactic alignment

Inside the code is a vision sung
a visitation of the gods of the pyramid
with ears and mind, secreted in a vault
a tidal change of global distribution

The land where gods are humans
scribed on the walls and columns
a father consummates with daughter
whilst she parades her bosoms to others

Time travelled spas of radiant beams
waters bubbles with innate channels
coition to exchange ****** energy
a life force extension of the star-gate

The fish in the water hang on for an adventure
Tensioned in the springing abundant oasis
What is it that draws me to that seabed?
The lust sunk in the pebbled oceanic tides
It's sea reeds tangled to then fade in the waves
Such an injustice of longing that blind and rust

Cascaded souls tensed on deep oceanic waters
A mirage of vivid blueness that never ever dwindle
The sun penetrates to stroke its amber dismay light
Half sheen, partial brightness, the view of haunted stars
Transparency of the wicked gloomy titanic collisions
In the very waters where illusions are our known demons

Sikiliza kinda zikitoa wimbo
maneno yanao tendeleza
kwa kiloho and pia dhamila

Mpenzi tazama hapo tulisimama
kumbuka upendo ulioshangaza
hapakuwa na mipaka yoyote

Nakuamkia tena mpenzi
kati ya mawe ya sali
tena asubuhi na mapema

Sikiliza mawimbi yakituliza
yakisema maneno matamu
yanao tembeza na amusha

                  Translation
Ohh hear the chick sing a melody
tuned with tender words
those that soothe the heart and mind

At the ledge where we stand
remember the magical remnants
without a face or a boundary

I wake up to you my love
in the midst of an unknown matrix
as the early sun rises

Ohh hear the waves calm the day
saying sweet and lovely words
of tales that stares and awakens

Drums and hums trance*
as my pen traces
fixtures of pink eroded clouds
as the mount tops explode
to expose the Chamois

The old rocks melts
on the bridge under where
picturesque horizons
meander on scaled slopes
that overturn marvel with wit

The greenery of the forest
and the sound of the bears
evoke my ears
to hear as the rhythm
rapture to capture

The sky diminishes
as the melodious stars
parade and trade
their glorious mystery
of the lost rulers

The Lynxes spotlight
their padded claws
and ***** attentive ears
to hunt, count and punt
*on the paced ranges of the Carpathian

The skin matted on ebony surfaces
with exotic sleek and silk
slowed with gestures of pleasure
as it's summoned with prejudice
as if a sermon  for the caviler
her taste of melanin
uncovers the beauty beneath
as the rise of her sound is silenced
she fights and redeems her ivory
her womb of linoleum complex
as if a puzzle delicate and challenging
yet in her eyes has seen it all
and her ears blabbered with insults
vile terms, expectations and consideration
unappreciated by its own seed
and then placed in a corner
ohh that palace of malice unconquered
exploited, discriminated and disused  
watch her rise in the lens of her mind
as she bears the weight of the world

The calm wind,
strokes the ****.
The world drives,
the primes and hives,
of mad and trance.

The numb toes,
mounted moles.
The world drives,
the time and halves,
of mad and trance.

The chaos one,
does not know.
The world drives,
the wars and tyranny,
of mad and trance.

The feel of alive,
a touch of humanity.
The world drives,
justice of the immortals,
of mad and trance.

Peasants and pennies,
the drop of dime.
The world drives,
waters and commotions,
of mad and trance.

The fire in the alleyway,
burns the broomstick.
The world drives,
the dead and sad witches,
of mad and trance.

The bohemian ode,
nympomanics and satyriasis,
The world drives,
the desires and passions,
of mad and trance.

The sainted troops,
stalks, mocks, traps.
The world drives,
the obedience of lies,
in the mad and trance.

Dreams are a learning zone
Full of multitude and form
A nightmarish of classes
Passes, cases of books

The library is a showcase
Patterns of faces and races
Sprinkles and tastes of colour
A forever buzz of the day

The end of term flaunts
Gaunt of overpass and dance
Papers and pens are the street
The corridors scream of trash

It's clean up , of the **** up
Reports and targets challenge
The students are an interchange
A bridge of liberty and trade

As the night haunts,dark evades
The zombie awakens in a room
An abandoned building of flight
The old weary woman chases

A race of fear, as the dear ages
In cronies of spaces after me
Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet
Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep

The prolonged zombie haunt
A maze of the unknown past
In haste of hate and thunders
As the flashing light rescues

There are no houses here
just hills with billabongs
sheep raiding pastures
each contained to its own
and the greeness of the valley
is submerged within my being
bearing the streams from the sun

There are trees smiling
attired in greeness and sheen
whilst others are withered
unbranched, unclothed, branded
each to its own paradise
unaware of the other’s existence
reserved in framed ponds

Thoughts to Cootamundra
where reasons are sacrificed
and the words muted are said
and each passageway is a memory
that reforms my tapestry
awaiting the hushed winter winds
at the heart of the autumn breeze

When it’s time to recover
I knew all things I never had
When it’s time to discover
I knew as sun sooth all I ever had

Open roads, easing pathways
As we stroll in sequence
Open casts, breathing pasts
As we roll in freeways
But I know I got to hold my all
To grow and light a vessel
But I know I got to hold my all
To sow the seeds as I wrestle

Clapping sounds, easing pathways
As unrolled from rapids
open crash,moving pasts
As we roll in freeways
But I know I got to hold my all
To grow and light a vessel
But I know I got to hold my all
To sow the seeds as I wrestle

As time is not as it seems
Count the clock look beyond
You will see
As  life is not as it seem
Lift the veil look beyond
You will see

To these words,
I whisk my pen.
Lay my fortune,
and my silence.

To these words,
I give an oath.
Give my sword,
offer my soul.

To these words,
I live day by day.
As they renew,
restore and guide.

To these words,
The blood flows,
a-coursing my veins.
As I leap in hounds.

To these words,
whose tone capture.
Then possess,
in raptures.

To these words,
my lifetime.
My passion,
and obsession.

To these words,
that entwine.
A link to my spirit,
my lifetime trinity.

I felt the pulse of your throb
It's aliveness never to rob
as scales of excitement lighted
a heart descended, my knighted

I saw the bright esssenced fingers
It's the rare stare ever to linger
as your soul spoke keenly to mine
beyond this existence we dine

I touched the skin on your face
It's delicate layers on eons trace
as the pen scripted the words
in a language of unbeaten swords

I loved the scare on your bold eyes
It's sincere dare in trodden trees
as the unsunk crux transpired songs
on the octave strings of the wrongs

A reminiscence of a kiss
A paradox of loneliness
Addictive vased solitude
Unscrewed from the walls

I drown in ecstacy
To deck on your shores
As the strong wind fades
I hold the strong anchor

Plucking the unknown
Compressed in reality
Pressing the known
Caressing the phone

To nip, heaped dips
Sinking down depths
The broadcast of us
Where earthquakes traps

Rub my soreness
Deflate the reforms
Unroll the society
Your tremor, my tenor

I extend my arm
Afar to your side
Hold my embrace
Feel my want, my all

Rushed by the stormy ‘purple rains’
Crescendos that picks in all peaks
Softness of the male energy portrayed
Prolifically flamboyant and eccentric

Ambiguous, mysterious sensual reciter
Classically unconventional and different
Shedding the specifications of gender roles
Crowned by dark shades of violet pizzazz  

As the rain settles on the dusty grounds
As the soil solidifies and paste the others
As the dove wails looking for its nature
Rest in peace as the mascara waters down

Father loved you as baby Jesus
as sounds of mercies evaporated
from the retro vinyls on the oak
where songs were strong melodies
straws of eyed prolific memories  
fine layers of emotional resonance

At the beat of careless whispers
I danced with many a strangers
inside the dreamt  cold daydreams
as I lay on my buried teenage bed
the harmonies full of comfort
and sounds that taught me love

As Jesus to a child, I was blinded
fainted at the entrance of a future
satin silk covers and clouded hues
as sadness made love to my corpse  
How is it I haven't really changed?
As the misery of the music haunts

At the different corner I shed tears
as poetry became my only shield
under the table the torrents vented
at the knock of the awesome magic
where love was felt and promised
and then shed to eventful shades

Take me back to all these years
Bring me again to the beginning
at the table where we greeted
Every note, pitch and words
remains a vagary of the present
tunes with a stain of now and then

Alters laid broken on trodden roads
as if breadcrumbs left for nothing
unreconcilable yesterdays parted
and the unreachable roads recharged
breaking all the chains that bond
but there were others that stayed
itching, screeching and reaching
for hope that never shook hands
for faith that embraced and decayed
and their entry points hallowed
swallowing their souls in an abyss
inside the dark zones, unlighted ozone
deep in the waters where fish swam
as they licked with fins undisguised
those alone inside a cage under the waters
strayed in the depths, left for decay

There are men who are boys
they dally about in their passiveness
waiting to be showered and flowered
with no sense of a loved one
they blossom in selfishness
awaiting for the plans to be drafted
and nights to be illuminated and crafted

There are men who are players
whisking games on the preys
as their charisma prevails
and their prominence remains
they tick all the possible boxes
dining with winning romance
Clocking whilst shooting

There are confused men
they are loyal but not committed
never aspiring a family or title
they are emotionally repulsive
present but absolutely absent
Living for today without a future
enjoying a nest whilst single

There are many good men
once the fog clears there they stand
Past the boys, the players and confusion
they will cater and give their all
loving their woman unconditionally
they brace and embrace love gracefully
putting to sleep all the pain and misery

My feet are so cold to lay on yours
Your hands busy chasing my curves
Paddled in cuddles, pebbles carved
Doodles dwindles all over my body

Tinkering hands as they reach a ******
Ripples twisting blossoming bosoms
Rage the sleeping animated power
Break your wings as the rod erects

Alas! The touch disappears in thin air
Feet warmed in the damning chamber
The perpendicular collapses in angle
Sailed to dally in uncensored snores

We stand here in a place of serenity
my soul and I holding hands
laughing at the dire deep moments
rushed trances we fought to forge
deep trenches crouched to the gorge

Yet this light within was always there
forgotten, shunned and misunderstood
let’s hope that this slow dance lasts forever
a sacrifice at the heart of this existence
where an overflow subsides an abundance

Yet gravity was all we could ever see
pushing us back in opposite gradients
and our hands were not able to touch
and the chains that held us were unlocked
bonded to the core, our clayed fragility

We stand here sharing a kiss forever
endorsed in our never ending sentiments
alone in this spectacular autumn night
underneath it all you are a part of me
a colour event radiating all my life

He is like those grains in the sand
those that disperse and get blown away
in unsteady stances, unfair hunches
and the point is.... "you don't turn my mind"
in the caskets of your stored emotional
where a connection is jarred and jammed
such a physical distaste and stirred responses
and besides that, the gods must be in the know
ohh...may be the wind that turn into the spring
will turn me on to a mountain of dreams
then the rains will wash and touch me deep
until my feelings tickle me to the flow
that’s the time I would be free to make love
holding hands by the dimmed candle lights
kissing under the bloom of the weeping willow tree
beside other lovers who will be mesmerized
by the flight of the need, the fight as agreed
and the season will capture the realness of love

Petals of the unknown boiled the clouds
flourishing in a gasolene bubbly smoke
lavishing in a contextual melody of good
the lures, those silences of push and pull
trails of the lost signals and flashes of null
the then that became a forgotten tragedy
the now when love twists its curl on a crux
it's all a delusion, a death of an abandoned body
that time when the table was set with love
straws lighted to try and make a heart happy
mercies of dedication and that invested time
tending to the home growns and the late nights
trims of tight, that lost gaze of the lost mercies
standing on the salty stone set to melt, an arrest
as rotten shatters rest on the barren grounds

Love become a misery
a feel of a melancholic touch
deeply pierced, sharply drilled
as these emotions flow

This gut feeling is like a wall
an intuition that is misunderstood
a distance on boundaries merged
as these dissolution slow

A sketch of unknown principles
as it tickles to the streams unknown
where time become a safety latch
as these resolutions grow

Love become an easy stroll
a reform that converts the heart
a succinct simple pledge
as the contemplation glow

You left me with the a bid
a bigger slice of my best
a wish me well that lingers
even longer without your love

Your unformed abrubt reasons
of tainted unsainted failed logic
a wish you well, no hesitations
on the table of untouched melodies

My walls are a brighter emerlard
with stripes of the unmissed kisses
matted with peace and liberation
of torn risks and control measures

My sad blues were washed by the rains
above the moon and over skies above
scouring, soaring, scrapping, summing
in another forever of amaizing lines

You rub my back as I run
Your tides storm for me
Watching my back as I chase
Fighting my demons as I trap

Your all open for me as I shatter
Your essence webbed on my matter
A shelter watching my hands as I wave
Vigilant of the witch in me mixing portions

How can I make it a perfect match?
Mould your breath as you dream
Surrender by the aisle and claim you
Create the Eden, imagined fruitful orchard

How can I lie close to you and captivate?
Melt in your shores as we feel and rotate
Blend harmoniously in sane sensitivities
Calm and coil in real passionate romance

Could our entwinement be the armageddon?
A forbidden and delinquent spice mashed
Too much pain that time itself cannot erase
An immortal evanescence of my mortality

As bare as a dessert
so was his departed heart
when his body shut down
weaned of oxygen to death
his red blooded veins disintegrated
Yet, his sperms bore my being
and part of him was a sown on me
right to the core of this tapestry
Umm that old silenced man
bruised by disease and regrets

Once he came to me as a giant
a semi-human being from afar
another land where life lives
and his soul was cheerful
unreprimanded and attuned
wearing  contrasted parallel views
and his eyes shone with glitter
enlightened with a glow
he seemed interested and invested
all he did was nurture my soul

Today he sat of that couch
the very one that he read many a books
and his eyes were shut, the spirit shook
electrified from crown to head
he staggered in an sequence of drama
as if he was an automated robot
present but disintegrated in form
his ears were in utter silence
and his eyes could not find a way
as his feet shook in unspoken reprise

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
the songs are like a clogged bell
streaming depressive used sounds
Hymns of abused commercialisation
As an excuse of mixed celebrations

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
you remain dead for long time ago
when my heart changed into stone
and my dance a faded fortification
in opened doors of the unreached

Christmas, Christmas,Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a season where enemies embrace
with a tint of lost meshed generosity
That flavoured distasteful laughter
Coated with silvery decorations

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a shaw of the dying tower blocks
Overlooking hunger and troubled war
that height of starry driven nights
Casting shadows to the chilled earth

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
The trees are felled to make cards
with anthems of a failed system
the tide of the recycled messages
of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh

At the end of the world
Overlooking the atlas
where the ice fells
and snow treks

kissing under the stars
the crescent moon
smiles on the icecles
another born dreams

watching sea lions
mother seedlings
as they prowl in islands
owning the sea and life

sailing on the beagle channel
drowned by the Les Eclaireurs
such a red prey on the sea
lighting the penguin walk

Such a sunny day unshielded from rain
and I have so many spent days alone
whispering to cornered phantoms
some of ago, others taunt and appease
to melodies of utter bitter sweets
If I could turn the clocks back I would
walk back to that perfected day
standing right there beside you
but love is not unconditional
and many people die drowned in it
trying in resolutions to make it work
and you could never fight for me
neither stand up shielded in misery
and my heart is ice cold and frozen
unable to feel, digressed from love
because in my eyes, it’s a waste of time
and my soul cries with an incurable ail
as if hit with a nail,unbailed a thousand times
deep within I stand as an unpolished iron
rusted and collected in sediments
ores of amber slime tapped as a ****
but the loathe on your skin tells it all
and all I wanted is to be better friends
but in your eyes, all is faint and insecure
and the cyclones of the past outweigh the present

Come my little sunshine
Come a little close
Come my little sunshine
I just want to know your name

I am walking
Staring you at the path
I am looking down
Feeling a little shy

I stare at the sun
Stunning reflection of you
I am looking up
Feeling a little high

The road is so busy
Each chasing their own thoughts
Catch you at the vacuum
Just escape with me

Sugar pops, hush, push the trash
I walked in the murk for a while
masked on the vast lonely channels
marked end on ends by the valleys
as minutes trend, the silence poked
distanced by those shadowy growls
at the cornered downy crossroads
the birds sung, the winds blew
the sun scorched, thunders ailed
grass on pebbles, grass on swamps
pebbles on ice, swamps on hills
wading the course of polluted seas
losing touch, a relinquished religion
losing time, a conceptual delusion
losing love, a prolific demolition
finding time for mere isolation
I walked in the murk for a shine
Sugar pops, hush, pull the flash

Vietnam, you uncovered my soul
Gave me a song, a direction smog
Looked at the pandora box I held
Unstripped my flames up temples

A hologram of the graded existence
Seasoned in explosions of burnt haste
Decked on buses,ducked in valleys
Chilled bays, overly paddled kayaks

Such sweet taste of the Halong bay
Undreamt mist of the skies stared
Fishing squids and bellied jellyfish
The soil, the sound,an orotund playlist

The vinyl record just rotates
in circuits of unforseen loops
queued in the unending circles
revolved strains of melodies

Yet every song remains the same ​stamped of a watered down clef
rooted fragile moments of numbness
gated inside notions with bricks

Even if the sun roars in a trumble
she remains that inhibited builder
a human, that fragile sort of a woman
a protective rooted architect of life

As the winterly ice case bubbles
untrace the tracks on cobbled streets
at the visible foot prints of ecstacy
unleash the angelic coded chords

Let's lay under the moon haunted rays
diving with whisks of shiny anticipation
on the icy silky sheets, shaking the undrunk
inside the claused trays of the eyed desires

See the moonlight on our unlost chins
unafraid of the highs and the lows
above the rocketed skylight highlights
sailing deep in the caves of unclouded holy vice

Sweep your breath on my satin satiable lips
as your saliva washes the sins of the sun tilts
to lure and uncover the sainted desires of within
on the layered victory of the unconquered stars

The magnificent desert landscape
An exploration of ancient history
Your might lighted years ago
Rocky stones,red sands and cliffs
I strayed in your moon-like nature
The wind blew and I lost a breath
Squeezed in the deepest cave
Sipped and splashed the whisky
Mused by the silence you offered
The sandstone eroded and I gasped
The whole being lifted and freed
A Jordan beauty, my pleasant saviour
I forgot of my very own existence
An experience, the reflective moment
As the stars dipped on my sight
You sparked like a longed for knight
The feral me stranded on the desert depths
Stepping the elevated rocks to seek freedom

Dig deep, foot and foot
until the water leaks into a spring
as the ***** of the soil crumble
to particles that disperse

Sometimes a fierce passion awash
merged in an unending desire
a fervour of words and moments
as the time passes tick after tick

Sometimes melodies are wept and warped
weaved within the seams of the unforgotten
until they burst to shatters of glass
to the point of no reverse and return

Dig deep, foot after foot
and this pen always enlivens me
Refixing all the torn pieces
Sorting and blending all the scenes

The crescent moon had a silvery glow
lowly set on the dark shielded horizon
upon the clouded patch of glowy stars
towards the vast fields where cattle gaze
each with a light on pitch-black alleyways
following the muddy patterned paths
in the countryside of Burstall, we hustle
rumbling in hay sheds, beside the puddle
where torrential rains settled in a wrestle

It's been a 100 years since the war erupted
trenches charged with championed fears
cannons eroded with plentiful hopeful tears
The vicar of Burstall collared and robed
in front of masses with declarations of peace
lease of the acquisition, long-live the empire
denoted by the pitched but fading trumpet
off -keyed to the shrine of the beaconing light
where a chair is set fire-up high, in a glorious chant......

"Anna, stop giggling...we shall remember them Anna"

Riding at the heart of the sun
where the glow of the heat burns
shall we call it magic or a misery?
an amber embers of fierce fire
the untold rhythms that burns

Rising at the ether that freezes
a weft on the unseen hem
left to sway at the tapestry
exposed, uncooled at the rays
eroded on the ever spoilt earth

Whimsical roses and uttered rhetorics
spare the disgrace of the grieved afflictions
pebbled roads of restraints and constraints
laughter and compressed redundancy
the tone changes and emptiness nest
the tongue races and eventuality sets
such a season of unknown unrest
undresses one to a bare *****
where the ****** peaks, unsure of the leak
offended in the reign of unnamed seeds
with evocative sprouts that germinate
to the unlocked mysteries of happenstance
such a season of bearable tests
caress one to a bare bottom
where even shame never turn or press
oppressed in the fields of unmarked borders
with seductive crowns that culminates
to the unlocked mysteries of happenstance

Sometimes people will come into your life
you shed yourself and overcome limits
shelter their fears and unleash your tenders
they will still put you in a deep fire
then simmer your spirit in unjust tears
coming back to and fro with destruction
for their unwise words are not  entitled
neither reserved in their sweetened terms
the days where beguiled cages trapped are gone
so far away on the concealed shores of the untold
upon the seams of the dainty sandy grains
carried by the western eroding wind
one that weeds and seeds the self-love
I have no time for wasters and losers
for it is best to be alone and enjoy life
embrace its glories and foretold chances

Reality strikes like a gong
stories foretold and whispers take turns
such a wild-fire unrestrained
spreading in empty cases
across the unheard sounds
within the pressure of their minds

Sometimes, time just makes it right
and the sound of the rain
slowly sweeps the prejudiced remarks
as their gestures are suffocated
in the remnants of their insinuations
across my inhabited alacrity

In the whispers of my dreams
I felt their creeping shadows
those words filled with judgement
apprehended inside unreformed reasons
across the many eyes that I see
logged with unmovable and manic chaos

The dragon is gone
swayed by the winds of destiny
to an abyss of dead misery
where tears are crowned

The saints became liars
innocently victimized in lies
adorned, crowned, adored
where the line stay drawn

The moon wades in wonder
sat in it's shaped crescent
lent with wings that fly
gliding, sliding, finding a way

The sun rays radiates a smile
a warmth to the dead nonesuch
through the tunnels of the untaught
a slithering sheltered sacrifice

Chaotic systems*
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams

Work ain't progress
It's a misused regress
Full of regrets
The greatest dissolution
No vision, just revisions
The mission of bureaucracy
Hypocrisy and autocratic casts
Top cats bumper weighty bonuses
Outclassed in beer bellies
Slashed in pompous waistcoats
What a waste on the coast?

I am not afraid to tell you, "I ain't a ******* robot"
I am not a machine of production and rotations
I am not afraid to tell you, "Go **** your *****"
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous

Chaotic systems*
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams

Be an example, model the sample
Let the leader lead the leaders
Let the leader be the servant
An active weaver of the basket
To hold with the strongest straws
In rows and crows, clinging to all
A negotiator of the common people
A facilitator in times of conflict
Let the worker be dedicated
Passionate, triumphant and trial-led
But the case is, all are in it for the money

I am not afraid to tell capitalists, "Give workers their rights"
I am not a ******* charity mate! Share the faked matte!
I am not afraid to tell you, "Stick it up on your ***!"
**Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous

The last time the river beds drowned*
you knocked by the door and offered
sinking dreams of whales and fails
doomed stars burnt in flooded skies
tainted leaves heaved on angled heavens
visions of torture in trodden deserts
tensions of fractured love inserts

On the bridge of ambivalence, I tossed a coin
a plank set adorned with red ankh signatures
I took your hand, you drooling phantom!
It's nearly a year now, in your world runabouts
another day, a heavier destination, a hesitation
the silence, the demise, the whining ice arise
absent shoulders eating my independence

The freedom you longed in the winter breaks
dissipates thinly in the thunder stroked flakes
and the tears dried and my summer suffice
confronted by an endless long year in the cold bed
covered by conversations of the specter sceptered specks
deranged by miles and the longed played nights
on a realisation that you were never really there

Fleet along young one, the years are a swift ear
listening continuously, whilst switching promptly
making dreams from a mould of changing trims
flinching, twitching perceptions of new beginnings
for I no longer stay at the phone reaching, waiting
nor stay in the patch of haunted misery and hate
*join the next column and stop treading in my camp

Darling you are a marvel
even we haven’t met
I get to my bed once again
where I roll from corner to corner
unfounded, formed and failed
It’s been a long tiring day
hoping planes, halting parades
scanned, stretched, stitched

One day as we hide
we’ll gaze on each others eyes
and if it’s never guaranteed
we shall love desperately
unsaid, sang and sunk
separate as we are, aiming hands
admiring the threads of our veins
declared, undivided and direct

Lost deep in that smile of yours
that one that tell mysteries
at the depth of my third eye
even in my profound shyness
I have seen you so many times before
Zooming in and out, as if near
like a beat that is serrated
cutting deep the resonance