Años viejos
sit cluelessly around town
waiting for the fun.

Little do they know
they are the

A Perfect World of mind/
Think about it, it's the most you can do/
Reality is but a dream
Both

You gave me reasons without number
as a child
to doubt the human race
but I'm stronger than you

If you are seeking for <a

THE DEAD

the dead
gather in the streets

this is not what we died for
this is not what

Whether I’m with her or not, I think of her daily,
Nightly, daily. How on earth could it

In your leaving of that morning, we were the ones that you forgot,
Discarded in your quiet rush to

The last defense
Of night trying
To hold back
The advancing
Night

I Really Don't Know What To Say
Every Time You Pass By And Say Hey!

Maybe I'm Just Nervous
Or

I am the Peacock,
the beautiful bride
of the bird Kingdom.
I am in no doubt
fairer than the

Show me you love me
When I look in your eyes
I’ll give you my heart
And tell you no lies
Drown

Halloween.

Tonight is halloween.Spectres
are seen in silver moonbeams.
The wild wiccan

I remember how you guided me
When I was in the dark
And how you’d set my mind at ease
With just a

Charged with the provoked,
The temporary matador commands our sight.
Bravery is blind.

Most of the people
Are afraid of themselves
They hide in a hug of society
Wanting to avoid dialog

Only human

If you were me, you'd be inhuman too.
A glance at what we share should make it

I remember the first time I entered the shop
With its windows painted all black
From outside it

Born into a world of deception,
Embraced in a life of abuse,
Tormented by a state of

a
bam
boo
you
go
in
n
out
in
n
out
(open the window
I want to make
a m o v
e
it

good memories
I put away
locked tight in a
small chest
to pull out when
good memories
are

Take that knife-
You need a medium
Find the wall and,
Hit the floor.
Streak it all

Cooperation with our company is the best assistance for the writing of an annotated bibliography

When gardening, I genuflect and pray
For ev’ry blessed seed to germinate
A ritual of compost,

Upon the stormy hills of Wonderland,
Lived many monkeys covered in white.
Tons of boys masked

I had taken a seat along the sequences of curiosity
When suddenly my mistress dawned
Her eyes

Open is my masters vessel,
pain has stole the door.
So many seems has welcomed self,
to steal

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk,
but no flowers grow on it.
– Vincent Van

Our bones are but
the lines dawdling the universe a malleable mold of stars
from which we grow
as

Have you ever wondered
Why the sky is called the sky?
Have you ever wondered
Why an onion make

My poetry is contagious
They say is ambiguous
But I stand not to be supercilious
For I spit

Just in case you fancied a squint
I've added a tint
To my car windows.
Only the rear ones,
After

Spent the hours carving a mural onto your body, with talons laden with your sweat
You hum as I bite

The park that sold this house
is still there outside my window.
Our kids are grown,
but that

without time
just being
just this one moment
being
just this one instant
this one

Mantodea
Of Bologna
Flew into
My arms
To do
The rhumba

I told him
"No!"
My

Seem's like Everybodys having babies its so beautiful we are breeding like crazy socially they say

and should sure-be
(I only lied knowing
I said love is life)
pure innocence like
(nothing

Dewy men in uniform line up upon the grass 
Tightly bound, indifferent to the people walking

I took my Muse out
on a stroll
along the streets
of Poets of Old
hoping she would
recuperate

I am a kiss that wakes the long dead winter,
a sleepsong that rouses new heart beats.
I am air

00620
tapping on the window
of the genuine people’s club
where brandy misplaces
and a big

the beauty of mot juste
causes me to linger
I write and write and write
while I ponder the

Thoughts swirl -
I watch
their colourful
liquidity.

They come,
they dance,
they

Leave me a letter
and fill it with sweet nonsense
before you leave me.

17 November

I once saw my character
in the mirror,water is my mirror.....
because mirror extends the

So first they wanted to honour
The honourful women of the East End
But then they came to think to

Each tick of the clock
turns a season in the kolkhoz.
Brisk signatures in the distant train’s

CALVARY

“Die before you die…”

we each of us die
at Calvary
no matter what our dream