You are world, the wind
And fire with the water
That makes up the air I breathe
I take in your breath
In many ways
And reduce my existence
To a simple world
Which knows only war and destruction
Why do I know you?
Because you have thrown me
In here
With your being
Where we touch our lips
And drown in each other's blood
Absolving each other of our sins
We don't need love
We need no God
We need a life beyond pleasure

A natural order was seen
Living in the forests of time
Where wild men run free
As mothers keep providing

The mother hides in the shadows
Unaware of the crime of her children
Letting the life cycle move as clouds do
As the race for time will never find an end

When we live in the city
The cars live on the roads
Now and then, is a lot like
A forest of the day, hiding in the darkness of night

Under a canopy
Where the bright places are absent
The snails will move as clouds
Letting the clouds run free

Under a canopy
Where the shadows hide
The brightness of a tiger
A quest for life leads us to our destiny

I sat on a bench
Praying for rain
I was sure the sun
Was for me
Sunshine isn't for losers
So, I wait to fade
Into the night
I am sure
The moon gives back.

Over his years he had collected then
Not being sure of their date or place
Finding them digging the thatchers
Seventeenth century wasteland plot.


Stone Age in style and shape combine
To give a sense out of today’s machine
Fashioned by hand to be implements
On a windowsill now like organic rocks.


Love Mary **

The bud of a delicate being
Awakening to a sun ray, daintily
Dries in the rainy splore while birds flee
Lisping in the cacophony of the wings

After every morning shower as the nest empties
The flower goes to sleep with the tall trees
Where the smoke of a stoked fire burns
Whilst choking the breeze and the birds

Brightly clasping onto the clutches of the  sky
Where the sun showers on its hue
And puts on a glorious smile in the afternoon
Hiding behind a penumbra, waiting to blossom

Fleeing as ghosts do from an enchanter
The bud cascades freely in the desert air
Where the stares of nearby petals wander
As the fragrance of a blossomed flower laces the air