The five of them were ready.   Below the overcast they flew elegantly in formation.  Armed with weapons that would soon burn away all life on this Planet.  So that they may start all over.  They were not of this world.  But had been living in it for over 300 years.  At last the time had come to completely rid all life here.   They flew above the overcast and into the blue sky.  The sun shined above.  It was there they were met by a strange being.  The sun above was no sun at all.  But the very being that waited for them. His armor glowed and shine like the sun giving the illusion that there were two suns in the sky.  He then spoke.  " I know what you are going to try to do.  These people do not deserve to die like that.  You had a chance with your planet and you chose to destroy it.  You can choose to leave now and find peace elsewhere. Or die in these skies."  One of the five fired the weapon of mass destruction at the sun shining being.  There was a magnificent explosion in the sky that opened a hole in the overcast below.  The explosion then almost seem to vacuum into the sword the being had unsheathed.  The sword glowed all colors with the energy it consumed from the attack.  The being then seem to move like light bouncing off a mirror.  The other four had no idea their companion was already dead and falling back down to the surface. They then watched in horror as their companion seem to turn to ash before hitting the surface. It was then they decided to leave and hope to find peace elsewhere.  S-DIVERS

clouds unwind
bring winter
in their white breath
dissolve and murmur
to the sea-sombre skies
of the scurry of wind
and wave
of the tumultuous
ache of the night
its oceans
its impenetrable
depths
its shore-slumbering
lights, in the thick
folding of winter
mist
the wonderment
of cloud.

it is all rather insincere and futile
when you’re old and almost senile
to try doing a few  new things this late
on the premise better late than never
you will learn much to your chagrin
how your remorse and deep regret
fail you and there’s no peace ever
lesson for us all dear fellow wayfarers:
‘isikhumba sigoqwa sisemanzi’
‘tis best you tan a hide in its freshness

The storm with no sound..
Had lightning and soundless thunder..
Winds swayed the grasses and trees..
Silent rain fell and gathered and ran off..
For the moment I cannot hear..
But I can still feel..
I can still smell..
All at once with my remaining senses..
I see this beautiful chaos unfold before me..

They called it the shallow graves, the place where death plays
Spin the broken needle. it snows in July under here.

Under the bridge they huddle in their cardboard palaces ,
psychedelic moments followed by the falling in to oblivions grasp.

They slept in their depthless tombs, blankets hiding that moment
Of alone time where that last hit was the one that hit home.

I watch as so many lives that once were, are now gone, this
Place of broken syringes and dreams. Sleeping in hollow mounds.

How's your life?
How's your wife?
How's your stress?
How's your strife?

Made any progress yet?

Going up?
Going down?
Coming back around?

I just have one question
What is it that you've found?

Strategies for living
They come and go

One minute you don't know
The next minute you do

One minute you have it all figured out-
The next minute you're filled with doubt.

It's a twisted ******* mess
we're in.

You either keep it on going
or
You step on outside trying something else

Having no answers
doesn't help
You just gotta figure it out
How
to take care of yourself.

Yikes!

Good luck!
Good luck
Good luck.

It's a *******'
life
we're living -
Don't you think?