SAYING

THERES AN OLD SAYING
THERES AN OLD SONG
ABOUT THE SUN
AROUND WICH  PLANETS
ARE MOST EAGERLY
SPUN

THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG OF TIME AND SPACE
WITCH ARTISTICLY
RESPONDS
TO WISHFUL THINKING
IN  DREAMS AND
BEYOND

THERES AN OLD
SAYING
THERES AN OLD
SONG
THERES AN OLD SINGER
SINGING
AN OLD SONG

BUT THE DAY
IS NEW
AND THE NIGHT
IS FLICKERING NOW
IN MY CANDLE
LIGHTS
HUE

LOVE LETTERS

tHE LETTERS OF  LOVE
& THE LOVER OF LETTERS
TOGETHER THEY MAKE
THE WORLD INTO
SOMETHING BETTER

AT LEAST
THATS WHAT THEY
SAY
THE LETTERS
OF LOVE
AND THE LOVER
OF LETTERS

memory chips

inserting  chips of memories
remembering other times & other stories
where dragons fought delilahs
and moonbeams brightened
brother nights  mysterious eyelids

downloading
the untold of things
and telling them before
there gone for
dinner in the great
dungeon of the lizard kings

Summertime brings out the best in me
to the utter surprise of myself
and the world

Summer is that time of year
where the discovery of my
bright side
bring hope
to wear

I have said it before
and i will say it again
in my sleep tonight
when i remember that i wrote this
and want to read it again

I have done it before
and reckognize  the process
of phenomena as it approaches
to take away any further notion
of that wich is known
replacing it with  mystery
and all the inhabitants
of the great void

that wich appear empty
and void of matter
have found excellent ways
to conceal its inner
workings

for such is the eye of the idle
that it seeth not
the subtle details¨
wich makes the whole shebang
dance to the musical spheres

Be therefore alight
and wear caution
upon thy crown
of pride
as thou modernly steppeth
on the wowen carpets of ancient divine

Listen to the voice
of thy master
and follow her advice
for time is short in the hall of man
and his work is paid in sleep

listen to thyself as thou speaketh
and thou shalt find amusing truth
therein

awaken to the spirit
that calls thee from within
and become one
with him
who is her
who is the all
one

Listen as thou
goeth beyond the veil of known
for there speaketh without words
the anima mundi

uneasy ghost

High up above
rules the great clouds of gray
covering the heavens
dulling the day

High up above
rules the mighty mighty gray grue
making me believe
there is no more
blue for
me today

Blue means
heaven revealed
by the Gods

yet high up above
merges the ghost
with the long lost

and there is no where to run
and no where to hide
from the dullness that
dominate  my mind

the uneasy ghosts know
how to make me
feel low

its nature
they say
and then they say it again
its nature
and its a hardball game

the one who knows
is the one who will have to share
the secrets that have been
muted by the superstitious mob
for only then may we be free
from the dungeon of fear
that encaves man in a life full
of dispair

the one who knows
is not here
but over there
on the other side
of the table
on the other
side of the mirror
and if you turn
your face up
to the full moon
you full
find her
even there

not separated
from anything
but projected
unto a screen
of otherness
for the mere sake
of   visual appearance

LOVE

LOVE IS A WORD

ADRESSING

THE HEART

LOVE IS A CLOWN

IN THE CIRCUS

OF THE TOWN

LOVE IS A

DAY IN MAY

AND A WARM

SUMMERS EVE

LOVE IS A DRINK

THAT MAKES YOU

CRAZY FOR MORE

AND ONCE YOU GET

YOUR FILL

THERES NO MORE THRILL

LOVE IS A BIRD

SONG IN THE TREES

OF MORNING

AND THE MEMORY

OF SOMETHING

GOOD

LOVE IS A WORD

ADRESSING THE HEART

OF THE LOVER

BY  THE LETTERS

OF LIFE

LOVE

FOUR LETTERS
ABOVE
&
FOUR LETTERS
BELOW

LOVE

FOUR LETTERS
THAT RHYMES
WITH   DOVE

THE
BIRD OF LIBERTY
THE
BIRD OF LOVE

SEDUCING

LOVE AND ROSES
WHITE LILLIES AND WILD HORSES
RAINBOWS ON FACES

RIVERS OF THE UNI-VERSE

LOVE IS JUST A WORD
HAMMER,FEATHERS,DOOR,WALL
A WORD IS JUST A GATHERING OF SYMBOLS
TO EXPRESS THE UTTER NONSENSE
OF MIND AND ITS FONDNESS
FOR CONFUSION

LOVE IS NOT LOVE
AND A WORD IS NOT A WORD
BUT A GATHERING OF SYMBOLS
TO ATTRACT THE INTELLECTUAL
WHO LOOKS FOR HIDDEN MEANINGS
AND FAULTS WITH WICH TO DEGRADE
DIRECT EXPERIENCE IN THE CHAMBER OF SHAME
 WITCH THEY CALL HOME

LOVE IS THE ATTEMPT OF THE AUTHOR TO SEDUCE
THE READER WITH ROSARY ORNAMENTS ELEGANTLY BOUND IN FLATTERY
TRUE LOVE SOUNDS GOOD,DOESNT IT. ?
LOVE FEELS GOOD INSIDE
HATE FEELS BAD INSIDE
FEELINGS COME AND FEELINGS GO
AND THEN THEY RETURN
WITH EVEN MORE VOODOO

AND THEN THERE ARE TIMES
WHEN YOU THINK MORE
AND FEEL LESS
AND THATS WHEN
ILL BE WATCHING
KNOWING DEEPLY HOW
YOU WRESTLE IN DREAMS
OF THE UNBORN SLEEPER
WHO KNOWETH ONLY PEACE
LIKE A WORD MADE UP
OF GATHERED SYMBOLS
TO EXPRESS A WISHFUL STATE
A ROOM WITH A  VIEW

LOVE IS BEYOND WORDS
BEYOND MY ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN IT
AND IF I DID SUCCEED
IN DOING SO
THE MAGIC WOULD BE GONE
AND THE GLOW
WOULD HAVE FADED
SO I SHALL LEAVE LOVE
TO THE MYSTERIOUS
AND THE LOVERS
OF THE MYSTERY
LET THEM KNOW
NOTHING
BUT LOVE
AND LOVE

WICH IS BEYOND
THE POET
AND HIS POEMS
BEING WORK OF ART
AND HEART
WICH IS LOVE
AND THE PHANTOM
OF YOUTH