Anger Management

If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave …

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

now that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …

the city sleeps.

sin rises like a dirty
vapour from off the crazed
paving stones
and permeates the darkness

Just a thought that is directed at no one in particular, only most. Suffice to say if the shoe fits…

All day I’ve been reading pick ‘n’ paste posts about the bravery of those …

5-26-12 11:23am

ever since young i knew
i was one of a chosen few
who will lead souls like you
when they know not what to do

all thru my career
i’ve never showed fear
my head i always would rear
to g…

Think of the indications. All my life, and I am now sixty, I have been aware through school, the media, etc. of the very serious overpopulation problem. If I’m not mistaken, in my lifetime alon…

sadness and regret
fall
like dirty grey
snow upon the stiffening
corpse

“Life itself flows on through eternity. Beyond earth life are the realms of higher existence waiting to enfold you in love. We see your world with its light and darkness. We come among you as symbols…

for all those I care for,,,and then some

count the colours
every single one
lose count and begin again
round it all off, as some.

the nails in my back did not sting
I did not flinch, nor did I stir
the pale skin in my memory did not mean a thing…

She moves in beauty.
Make no mistake, Grace escapes her
but there’s something easy
like breathing
when she shares space with me.
Stars wide in her eyes-
still narrow,
brown skinned bombshell boasti…

demons
so deep
lost in dark sleep
speak through my eyes
to ages
too young
too meek

a time of light…
time by the sea
a special time of quiet…
space…the horizon
the edge calls across
a path of tremulous
striated light “look out
look to the end
then beyond”
in truth the mind
k…

Now, dat nasty ol’ boy Lucifer,
Had to have his pound of flesh.
He cast his net on dat Judas boy
And ketched him like a fish.

I knew a little girl,
her name was michelle.
When I met her,
I thought…
that name ring’s a bell.

She, was shy and timid.
And would sometime’s fidget.

There was something about her,
which …