The consent for war
is constantly being manufactured
and simply fed to the sleeping masses…
War is not good for us
nor our societies…
We are all part of a collective,
the nature of divinity!
Love thy neighbors
is still the golden rule.
We are mere humans
and war is a drowning pool!

Sleep disturbance
is here for all of us
humanity needs
to simply wake-up

Life is coddling
our children in wraps
Separation becomes
a sleeping pill trap!

Going to work
getting ******
That was life
throwing you bones

Dreaming is dreadful
as the world dies
we better wake up
while we’re still alive!

One frigid day
when I was finally feeling warm
on this side of the dreaded Capricorn..
I invoked the paintbrush of manifest
painting the skies blue from east to west…
Taking the hammer of eternal unknowns  
I chipped away the cold winds blown…
Pick axed the frozen bergs distractions
salted my path for better traction..
Let the spring come early this year!

The collection of Sundays
The days of drifting by
The lazy sunny rays
Sitting back , getting high

Thought those days
would never end
But time says
They have to bend

I always kept a fire
burning in my heart
Wound up being the liar
Who turned it into an art

When I lost the light
within me
When I gave into the fight
That defeated me

When the love left
The feeling I used to know
It left my heart cleft
Reeling from the blow

It was summer time
Thunder from the storm
Started humming a line
from a tune well worn

The night has its way
You could not take mine
With nothing to say
you cut the knot that binds

The silence hung heavy
Like summer dew
Like fog on a levee
So it was with me and you