time a mechanised walkway
we ride, unawares

time flips the clock
we watch in snatches

hunger speaks
in the depths of our bellies

and thirst is for more than water.

Nothing to see here, nothing for sale, nothing available not even jail and I'm out on a 10 dollar bail, the crime being small, the fact is I ****** up and took nothing at all.

dead metal, but
settle down
it's only me
rusting away
out on the scrap heap
counting the black sheep
no bother at all.

May you all be kissed by sweet warm wind,
sheltered from the storm,
dance in heartbeat of your own song.

May you be gifted from Natures wealth,  
hear birds divine song,
tap into the powers of self.

May you breath deep to hear spirits voice,
run in fields of dreams for harmony,
climb your mountains challengers
to feel free,

May you all in Hello Poetry land
have experiences oh so grand,
to launch a poem or two,
as you write with sacred hand.

A lone wanderer,      forgotten by time,
I throw myself like      dust into the wind.

Dreams


My Foggy images, became the joy of contentment
This toy with me in my dreams

And lead me to false hope of being happy
my pulses race fast, as I wish for it to be true

Even in the my foggy dream the scam builds
Oh, wicked dream, why tease me so,
They say that dream is like a river, and I can’t swim

Either upstream or downstream: no wonder I never win
Ends this nightmare, or put your hands on my weak heart

Morning sun, or bathroom breaks,
just closed down this lucidity overpowering rush

Let this, be my last thousand wistfulness of testing.
My dream choose me, I didn’t choose them!
A briefcase filled with one hundred dollars bills.