Shelf-life
07/02/2019

Everything
has an expiry date


P.S.   chronicled in the annals of Creation

RIDERLESS horses
07/01/2019

When in the name of Lord, the Almighty, the blood is shed
And RIDERLESS horses trample the ground
A bugle is sounded

-

Come ye, the horsemen
Show your colors
Ye come to bare
This earth of soul

The heads you seek
Are devoid of breath
As zombies now
They roam the land

Waste not your arrows,
Your plagues, your stakes
These abandoned creatures
Now, yours to take

If S/HE let humanity be birth again
Discard mold useth already
Sins etched in genes
Incurable

A Temple is desecrated
07/01/2019


When all other means of care are gone
And WOMAN lays her body bare
A Temple is desecrated

Where knowledge is withheld and suppressed
And MIND bares its ignorance
A Temple is desecrated

Where opioids and syringe are the only urges
And BRAIN is left dysfunctional
A Temple is desecrated

When human actions leave all creatures vulnerable
And EARTH cannot heal itself
A Temple is desecrated

When creation itself is misunderstood
And CREATOR cannot be found
A Temple is desecrated

BEMUSED

06/30/2019



We look at art, and know its creator
We look at creation, and wonder!

The beauty of nature,
caused by the desire to survive
-
the former masking the latter

Hill
06/20/2019

...at the end of Underhill Road


This wild forest, covered the Hill
At end of a short road, was that hill
Underhill Lane, sits my house, still
Off of a road, Brits named Underhill

Loved escaping into that forrest at will
That wild Forrest, which covered the hill
Drawn, for fresh tamarind, have my fill
To get at right pod, had many a spill

Early morn, in that forest, quite a chill
Birds chirping, picking fruit in their bill
As children, surely a thrill was that hill
At end of a road, Brits named Underhill

Time Beaten Path

06/14/2019




Steps traversing time beaten path
Mind wanders into the distant past
Valley n hills once covered these lands
Mindset of wildlife foraging at large
Nostrils inhaling pine, birch or spruce
Pleasant songs of birds n cockatoos
Catching sight of humming birds' dance
Or a beautiful dainty butterfly perchance
Wild berry bushes covering the floor
Squirrels hoarding pine cones to store
Light casting shadow creating its own art
At least in memories I can relive my past

Enlightenment
06/25/2019

It was never about Knowledge