At midnight
The moon is just
At the horizon
As if touching nagara falls
A goth girl watches
This splender.

As I stargaze
I notice
Two perfect
Triangles in the sky
And goldfish
Jumping through them
Like a ring of fire.

Gems and jewels
Healing they
Are
I never knew
I just saw the sparkle
Glitter
And pretty colours
Who the hell knew.

One of the hallucinations
I had when climbing
Everest
Was that I looked
In the daylight sky
And
I saw very bright stars
And Jupiter in the middle of the
Sky.

As the idiot
Eats and swallows the
Poppy flower
So long ago.  
Did he know
That his stupidity
Opened a new world.

Love
Is
dangerous
Both emotionally
And mentally.
Best to write about it.

Ahhh
The human finger print
Should be printed in
Rainbow ink
For we are all
Fingerprints
With feet.

I live in a
World where the trees
And neighbourhoods
Are upside in the sky
And there is stars on the ground.
One summer day
A woman decides to
Jump falling
To the stars.

Samayel the arch angel
Falling from grace
To hell
To became
Lucafir
The ruler of hell
We all fall from grace
Time to time.

As a kid jumps
In the rainy
Mud
Having a jolly good time
She is faced
With a friendly
Pitbull.
Don’t judge a book by its
Cover
Don’t judge a dog
By its breed.

There was a little
Girl with
A blue dress and blue hair
Talking
To her
Pet blue chickadee
That’s the size of a Boeing
737

My heart has
Turned blue
Liquidity and
Cold
From empty romance
And empty promises
Do take a swim
In my cold heart.

The news
Says rain
Is cause by
Heavy percipation
But mythology
Tells us that
Rain is caused
By broken hearts.

There in the night
There was a girl
Sitting on the crescent
Moon
To see the constellations
Better.
Don’t you wish
You can sit
On the moon to
See the Dipper.

In the ice age
Russia
The people
Chase mammoths
But the chase
And **** unicorns
For their magic
As that winter is
Bleak.

Two lovers
Come together
To kiss
But do they
Know that
Romance is an emotional time bomb
It’s just a matter of time.

In a Marilyn Manson concert
There are two bears
Screaming
Trying to
Out do the singer
To the point
That everything reverberates.  
Even souls.

People running
Up an excellater
Trying desperately
To catch their
Connecting flights
To their rebirth.

As the girl
Picks wildflowers
With big red
Balloon
When a dove
Bursts the balloon
Sending red flowers
Flying
Like jetliners.

As I take
A walk in the park
With a friend
I here the familiar
Sounds of dr dre
And his album
2001
I look up at
The source of the music
A chickadee
With a boom box.

Gothic dandelions
White perfect
Spheres
Of seeds
Contrast the black
Background of the night
How I wish I can take a picture.

Blue poppies
Little up by the moon
A bright blue
As they glow
Beautiful
But are they covered
In blood.

Don’t judge a
Wildflower
Because it
Is in a field
It might be a rare
Orchid.

As I stand
In the airport
Baggage claim
There comes
A fog
And I hear
A female voice
Am I going crazy
Then I turn around
A flight attendant was talking
About letting go
And finding joy in life
My psychic
Instinct
Say she was one of the 9/11
Victims.
I woke up in my room
And with new goal
To help me self.

The name is karma
Or Elena
I am odd duck
And unique person
Like a fingerprint
Or DNA
I don’t like chess
I am not a computer
Nor am I cold hearted
I love art
Poetry,
Photography
Languages
And anything that life
Has to offer
I am human
Are you??!!

I am a gothic rose
Black
Or steel
Rose
Though
I only do the look
For it is tasteful
Not that I represent
The dark
Only the light
I represent.

Them bones
Them bones
We have to
Collect all
The bones
To give them justice
To put them to the rest
That they deserve
Them bones
Them bones.

As I look up
Into the stars
I see the sparkle of the eyes
Of the man who loved me
Of the man who nearly killed
My faith
And my being.
He will never ruin the
Stars for me.

The ghost of
A young Tibetan woman
Who died of a
Mutilated heart
Stalks the streets
For the one who
Killed her
She had no time
No space
No present
Until someone mentioned
Her name
She then finds time
Space,
The past
The present
The future
For that some gave her life back.
Her justice
Her some validation.

To any
Angry
Women
To any
Heartbroken
Women
To any traumatized
Women
Out there
There is an outlet
Art
And writing.
Do these to things
They shall take
The edge of the emotions
They shall heal you.

Even in defeat
I rose to my feet
Like a pheanox raising
From the ashes
I reinvent myself
Inside and out
You have mutilated
My heart
I shall put romance
Aside
Knowing that it isn’t
Dead
It just not the new me.
The stronger me.

One strange spring day
In England
There behind a field bushel
All is blue and purple
Three butterflies
Varying in sizes
Touch down on
Inspector Morse’s
Car which was also blue
In this painting.

As I look at the
Hands fulll of cherries
And the colours
Going back and fourth
I realized that
I didn’t take my **** meds.

There on a
Wing of a Boeing
Was Garfield
A cat
Walking on the wing
At 30,000ft in the air.  
Am I hallucinating
Or dreaming
Or is the reality??!!

One spring afternoon
I girl took some balloons to
A clearing in the forest
To frolick with the balloons
Was confronted
By a lady vampire
The light
And the dark.

There was a
Tibetan Lama
Who fell captivated
By a young girl
Whom he meet
From Canada
The Lama and girl
Courseponded on by email
Giving each other promises
Sweet somethings
And pet names
They fell in love.
The Lama
Promised the girl
That they run off to Tibet
To old Lasha
To be  together
But before that could happen
The girl was ghosted and
Found why
Her beloved was
Was harassing others
After she and a friend ganged up and reported
him to the law.
Now there is a hole in everyone’s heart.

As I watch the
Planes take off
With my worker
At the airport
I hope that my soul
Also goes to
The friendly skies.

They say on tv
That
Lust kills
Not love
I have this
To say that
Love kills more than lust

You spell
Well no longer
Have an effect on
Me
For I
Don’t need another
To make me
Whole

Your curses
Will have no longer
Have an effect
On me
For
Romance is dead.

Romance is
Criminal
Romance is
dead
Romance is
Evil

For romance is
Is weapon against women.

She sands
For what is right
What doesn’t **** her makes her
Stronger
With the black hair
Blowing in her face
The she will stand for
Justice
Fidelity
Bravery
Integrity
And the protection
Of the innocent
From Tantra and other forms of evil
She is a
Tibetan FBI agent
A shewolf.

The in the Christmas
Winter
Dead of night
There stands
A huge blue
Ice dove
Clear as crystal
Stands
Lit up
But it’s on light
The Christmas wonder
For all in the neighbour.

The Dipper turns
Every spring
Above the mighty sphinx
To fill the Nile for the autumn
Winter and spring
Oh what a site.