The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe

as through our ranks he ramps and raves.

No time to bury the rotting reminders

of manky motionless mounds of men

Puffed with disease and certain to find us

Widespread, worrying, wondering when....

Fading Time pulled like the tide
Dismal and wasted you spiraled
to the end,
Spend the days jaded
From the nights you felt
Alive.
You pluck the hope
and rest your head
You're empty without
Hesitation
When you were Once so
Full.

It comes after heavy rains.
Naked amphibious marauder
crouched beneath dampened stars
bip-bipping its personal intercom;
soporific in sleep-weary bleary-eyed dreams.

I imagine a Cop on his elbows
zig-zagging, belly-flat
under cover of darkness;
he not naked; peaked cap askew,
shoulder pips glinting in half moon;
he too,  predator on a mission -
Echo - Charlie - Zebra.

The freezer kicks in
out-droning night sounds.
Light eases between blinds.
I slurp chocolate dregs from a crazed mug.
Over and out.

War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,
Is over all the width of Europe whirled,
Rending the sails of progress. Rent or furled
Are all Art's ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin
Famines of thought and feeling. Love's wine's thin.
The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled.

For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece,
And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome,
An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home,
A slow grand age, and rich with all increase.
But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need
Of sowings for new Spring, and blood for seed.

Act once, but think twice
you can take a chance, and roll the dice
Never wonder what never was
Don't hold back just because
Take a risk and go for what you want
Play it cool, and act nonchalant
But, this you must never forget
Remaining idle is your biggest threat
Go out upon the earth and live your life, please
Never ignore that passing breeze

the trees are talking
full conversations aloud
whispering to me

Share
And care.
Green peace--
Peaceful silence;
The river sleeps.
Soft white dust
Shines in the sky,
As waking moments
Keep passing by.
Treetops rustle
And hush each other.
On the banks,
Cattails and grasses
Intertwine.
As the water
Slowly sifts by
And the night air
Cools the earth,
Waking moments
Are passing by.

Women, not unlike insects, I could do without.
Women, unlike insects, are spiders,
yet insects, they bite; they poison,
but does not the other?
Do they not puncture flesh?
Is a heart not that?
Yes, yes they poison also
they corrupt they feed and they **** and they dismember,
so devise your webs of entrapment elsewhere,
but the bugs, they can stay.

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.