******* in a net
baby raccoon snarled loud
police undid her


snap I heard it clear
mouse met its end quick and sure
sad but wife is happy


deer me he's resting
in our wooded green back yard
a nice site at 6 am


two munching rabbits
I opened the door
lightning-fast they are gone too


a flock of turkeys
wanders our front yard often
not just on thanksgiving day

Flowing in a sea of aeons and landmines
Diving fathoms in lucid nightmares
One can only take so much torment
Before giving in

Isolated on an island of pain
Made to suffer at every turn
All existence is neither black nor white
Just blood red

Surrounded by eternity's omniscient torturer
Swallowed whole by her madness and fear
An eternal damnation most hellish
Yet divine

A soul lost to time; a life to the blade
No one to grieve for this loss
As there was nothing to lose
But indifference

Plunging through the inky depths of aeons
Sinking like a boulder tied 'round the neck
Dragged down into blackness
Neither grieved nor mourned

Just lost

Lost to eternity

Do I own my dream

or does it own me?

which is the water, which is the stream?

surely we can't be the same entity!

my grandfather
was a sweetheart

he died
in pain
at home
at the age of sixty six
with a colostomy bag
hanging
while his wife,
my grandmother,
made him work
in those fields
all morning long

one night
he got home-
drunk
to:
'where were you,
you drunk fool?'
he slapped her
back in the time
hitting a woman
was the thing to do

she didn't forget,
forty years later
she hasn't forgot,
that drunk slap

the expression:
'vengeance
is better served cold'
was first spoken by a man
and performed by a woman

The full moon enchants

the city, I wonder why –


no one is looking.

We thought
The river, it's ours
The forest, it's ours
The earth, ours

O humans, you shall be ashamed for your self

That's what the tree will scream

O humans wait until we declare a war

The earth said that with smirking

If only, if only
We could turn back time
Maybe we could treat nature better

Ah it's all lie, lie
We never keep our words
Those words are imaginary
Even to our kind, the man's visage could hide thousands of secret

Again, the renege
I believe another side of nature can't take more reliance
Yet, they keep giving us a chance

Aren't we shame?
Maybe it's time for us to serve the nature

A bird in the night *****
its golden-blue wings
just do disturb your
ongoing thoughts of doom

The noise of the river,
tells tales of love,
he says it's fake,
like all things of the heart,
but there is truth in his lies,
and lies reveal the truth,
he hurt those he loves,
love is a beautiful thing,
but is death's disciple,
he thanks her for the feelings,
and the memories,
but hates her,
for they are only memories.

The noise of the river,
tells stories of lust,
he says it is a welcome enemy,
for it tempts him,
lust is of love but love is whole without it,
the stories are accounts of dreams,
for lust does not love him,
not anymore,
he is chasing after her,
looking to atone for his war crimes,
in the battle of love,
his hidden wounds **** him slowly,
he dreams a happy nightmare.

The noise of the river,
preaches about salvation,
his says his old friend awaits him,
loves master,
he wishes to see me too,
he gives an account,
of our beautiful evil that awaits,
I stand up,
my distorted reflection,
portrays me clearly,
but not at all,
I smile,
                           pure
a low life does not deserve this,
**** it all
as I shake his hand
and plunge into the river.

The feel of the river,
reveals true sorrow,
I envy the river,
for he has a plan,
had a purpose,
I failed,
so they all left,
they are upstream,
smiling,
I wish to take their smiles away,
as I let the river take me,
I lost my way,
the river is all I know,
he will help me achieve my dream,
of unleashing beautiful carnage.

The noise of the river,
and myself,
we are one,
                                        we always were,
I understand you now,
my friend,
you taught me about hate,
this world is just to spite you,
I hate it too,
you hate me now,
because we share a conscience,
not for long,
now I am the welcome enemy,
the river still flows,
with all its trash.

It's my only friend,
when the others leave,
I never sleep,
for the water never ends,
My friend is crying,
So I try and clean his eternal sorrow,
I sit and listen,
There is no other way,
No other place,
but here,
by the river.