the flowers
are gullible lovelies
bruised  hinges in a flute
where the music fails
but Spring entangles the weavers
of Day.

Like the spider
of the Sun
is clinching to an avalanche
of some dark
pun...

Some English
on the ball
squares the
knot.

But the circle
jerks
and the dream
wants.

whatever it means
it means less...
but forever
it means

regardless.

I am a poet with words a plenty
But I weep in jealousy
Because my audience is limited
My words do not transcend
Translating easily
Into other languages

But paintings and sketches
Can bend and break those
Barriers

One word can mean
Two or more things
In different languages

But an eyes is an eye
Hands are hands
The ocean is the ocean

And visual arts
Can share more then
My simple words
Dare to do

Am I dancing too wild, or, do you not know what is it to be human?
Even from the first time you saw my mother's blood,
I've been man-made ever since,
I've been completely aware of it,
My whole life, it's always been plastic.
But soul resists, and brain screams,
And heart keeps the beats out of rhythm, all the time.
Strange & complex animals humans are.

"Our minds are death traps,"
She said to her son.
"The gun has the power of abomination,
But without that one miniscule thought passing through your head,
The damage never would've been done."