SILENCE MY EYES

I have been up and down 

sideways and roundabout 

in and out, lost and found

I’m barely hanging around

hardened like a boiled egg

I’ve been lead to descend 

into a silence only you can 

see me through... or………

…………….. silence my eyes.

RETARDED TRANSMUTATION

The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie

Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free

Holding on to the body, eyes wide open, yet can't see

The soul has taken to ether, but the mind won't let it be

Transient entity grudgingly holding on to genetic memory 

Psyche yearning to leave but the mind clinging stubbornly

A spirit longing for eternity yet unable to leave permanently 

Entity need shed density, lighten up and rise past periphery.

FATED FERMENTATION

Acting like spoiled child

with a mocking muddle

Strict denial of ripening

to avoid the silly shame.

As years clumping past

in this agony of waiting

traces of fading bloom

found in eyes of gloom.

Sour is the pending truth

not a path can lead back

to worn garden of youth.

TIMELY TRUST

Fire burning 

Without flames 

Fumes barely 

Playing games

Ashes turning

Into dust 

Invisible dreams 

Under the crust

Birds are singing 

So we must 

Hear the whispers 

Of the past

Life’s changing 

changing fast

Faith has cast 

One last chance

In whom did we 

Trust just once

Before we rolled 

Over in trance.

LAST CHANCE SALOON

When the past, the present and the future

walked into a casino, the scene was tense

they wanted to deny each other’s presence

however there wasn’t room left for pretense 

to no avail, truth was spread upon the table

they had to deal with the facts of the matter

the present figured the past thus went bust

what the future inherited was recycled dust.

DOODL'ART

Doodling has been one of my oldest habits 

for well over half a century I have scribbled

drawing on the sand, scratching the ground 

wood, paper, the steam on various surfaces.

my hands move without conscious direction 

unintentional, spontaneous fast finger draw.

We all doodle, a dot, line, a square or a circle 

while the mind is being occupied elsewhere

in between daydreaming and lucid dreaming 

as an automatic habit activated by tendencies

unconscious gestures and natural inclinations

like picking one’s nose or chewing fingernails. 

I consider scribbling to be a benevolent habit

highly therapeutic, a casual form of meditation

not to mention the numerous creative aspects

as faces within faces emerge from deep places.

SLIPPERY SLANT

I ask myself what is my intention

why do I bother to post another

reminder of man made disaster

will it gag the established order.

Truth is relative to the watcher

adept don’t listen to preacher

my intent is not to be teacher

simply a self abiding creature.

A weary passer by, sharing surmise

seeking surety, taking satisfaction thus

here now, gone tomorrow, not a surprise

can I change the World after my demise?.