Winter sunrise on my last and longest day,

wrap me in a winding sheet of flaming orange

take the reds and pinks from midnight blue to make my shroud

let me rest in heaven fire

drown my tired soul in colour

drinking the final carnival

warmth for my bones,

a funeral of skies and wonders

1.

Fame or glory
Written in
a Sunday morning

Watching 44
sunsets
As I helped
put
the finger
on the
trigger

Prayers keeping
pieces of
me together

Brick walls were
bleeding
Words lost their
faith
Hope was
scratching
calling my
name

And I’m not sure if
time
has become my
friend
or my enemy

2.17.

I have not been listening
To anything
Ignoring the truths
I did hear
I could not accept
the reality I saw
So I fabricated one
like a child
Listening is Art
Being comfortable
in silence is discipline
I need to be still
I need to be water
Flowing with a force
that will mould
my true nature

Stay your tongue to save discomfort
Stay your tongue and lose forever
The chance to speak of whatever it was
No forever lasts forever  

(4LINE)

if we could
be someone completely different

at least for a while

child to adult  woman to man
asylant to millionaire  president to farmer
human to animal or tree

or vice versa

we can imagine all this
in our phantasies and virtual worlds
yet we are missing essentials

to BE a mouse  a bear  a shark
a president  a film star  a tree
is to feel  think  sense  suffer
live in their alien worlds

maybe even understand

at least for a while