Revel in the thought,
It feels good, working with you.
Friends from the soundscape.

Transition in song,
With waves of euphoria,
Kindness all along.

Analyse your work,
Then rework accordingly_
Perfection takes time.

Endless energy,
The words are all around us,
Cosmic computer.

The flicker of hands,
Cutting and crafting language,
Working their magic.

Setting sun through cloud,
The daylight moon rise slowly,
Two disks in the sky.

Light in the garden,
It’s nearly a full moon,
**** on a ******.

The red candle wax melts,
From the blistering suns heat,
In the garden ***.

And here is something_
That is not necessity,
Useless addendum.

Let me go outside,
Rats by the night and by day...
Scurrying squirrels.

Click the button fast,
I’ve made a fatal error,
It’s already done.

And as I write this,
What’s it all for I wonder,
Finale approach.

Morning sun blinds me,
I'm waiting for the work bus,
Breakcore for breakfast.

Moon through the window,
White light performing a dance,
Captures enraptures.

Play those themes, play on_
Hope, love, faith and charity.
Hope can come and go,
But always returns when lost,
Love is protection,
But destroyed by rejection.
Faith is like the soul,
Invincible and mild,
Charity makes sense,
Actions speak louder than words.
Adorning hearts with virtues.

Don’t forget the way,
The beauty and majesty,
Remember your home.

Scurrying about,
In the distance and close up,
Queen ant drops her wings.

Bass bass treble trash.
With cymbal smash, cymbal smash.
Bass bass tremulous,
Patter patter crash, crash, crash.
Music so delirious.

A long week ahead
I've got this day all planned out
Shame it starts at night.
Getting up before sunset,
My disjointed sleep patterns.

Tea ceremony,
Within the cool summer night,
Plenty of sugar.

Experiencing,
Technical difficulties,
We will be back soon.

High silvery moon,
Gazing down upon the land,
Circle in the night.

With all sensations,
I'm experiencing life,
Through my five senses.

The man doesn't want,
Us to love one another,
But that's what we do.

Glorious summer,
Wind blows the willow branches,
Ripples of light green.

What am I painting?
Because that's what's important—
Also processes.

I talk about art,
I talk about music too,
And education.

The sound of nights out,
Music inspired poem,
Musing every word.

Pocket sized potions,
Drink for all the live long days.
Laughing contagious.

Don't you be like that,
There's so much more to it all,
Don't you be like that,
I want to love Him always,
I believe in forever.

Boom thud, boom boom thud_
Eruptions of a ruckus.
With crimson darker,
Luminaries of the sky,
Echoes the silver moonlight.

I read your poem,
Thinking of the universe...
It does not exist.

Do you remember?
I am likely to forget.
No windows in time.
What of these patterns hidden?
And gateways of mysteries.

Educate yourself,
Because what you're taught at school,
Is half the story.

Many notepads gained,
Filling with ten thousand things.
Meditate on thought.

Darksome urban night,
Wet and drizzly night no light,
I have nothing left.

Everything is fine.
Or so I'm telling myself,
Onwards and upwards.

The curve of a cone,
The distance between two points,
Foci are equal.

Do not allow truth
To come from repetition
Of egregious lies.

The ticktock of time,
play the passing of currents,
waves are in my head.

Knowing instinctively,
What the artwork requires.
Have trust in the flow.

Turn up the tempo,
The rhythm speeds back and forth,
Turn up the volume.

Lands on my eyelid,
As I slumber in deep sleep,
Disperse abruptly.

Deep trance releases,
Bemused by repetition,
And a sludgy dance.

Gazing at my work,
I'm thinking I could add more,
But it needs it not.

I’m randomising,
This recycled poetry,
Glitch in the matrix.

We all suffer from,
Emotional arguments,
Our hearts are fragile.

Glitter on my arm,
A sparkling mystery star,
How did it get there?

The three perfections,
Are all found in the haiga.
Art and poetry.

Pondering my thoughts,
A penny for your treble,
Relentless drumbeat.