mirrors stand so still
humans look into that glass
truth shouts back through light
woodland witch faerie in her gauzy gown
swept through the forest on her way to town
she was a delight to most of our eyes
a Halloween miracle, hailed from the skies
woodland witch faerie rarely appears
I think she only makes contact every fifty-three years
I feel excited that I got to see her today
she was dressed beautifully I noted as she headed my way
when she appears, the prophecies of kindness show through
She is a magical being who has a heart pure and true
her advice is sage, and her ambiance is amazingly kind.
Though she is a witch, her presence, no one doth mind.
Life can so often be unexpectedly amusing
Perhaps not so if you are into self abusing
Today its five am with headlight I'm on my usual daily run
I encounter a well dressed tall man a white shirt adorns his back
he rides a pushbike which is parked in a bicycle rack
I notice what I assume to be a cigarette is held within his hand
He gestures toward me It takes a moment before i understand
Would you like a puiff at first I thought him drunk
I realise its dope. No thank you I'm not into inhaling junk
Have you never ever tried he says . No
Me with long white hair and beard barefoot he says you look like you do
Too many words and syllables now to form a monoku
I also tell him I don't drink alcohol coffee only eat food raw
Whats your age he says Seventy eight
You're looking good quite impressed with what he saw
Now this is not the first time that I have encountered
due to my appearance this assumption you look like you do
Tapped on the shoulder from behind many years ago
Where do we get some hooch in this town we're new
The traitor
seized fond dreams
and rent my soul
on a hurdle of nails
hauling innocence
toward sour odours;
the steel nemesis
christened cosmetic
under searing light
and coerced oblivion.
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Footprints in fresh snow~
halting near my front doorsteps,
then turning away.
The moon sees what I cannot:
God appeared in the moonlight.
Wilful wounding
by shrouded diktat
caging vision
in scarlet pangs.
Numb to lamentation
silver and gold chink.
Amid the rustle
of lamé gowns
silence is nailed
secure.
Friends~
unconditional
love appears
as friends~
the assumption of
separation
may seem as
clouds
in the midst of
sunny talk~
unconditional love
appearing as
Friends~~
If we must shine, let it not like flies
Bright like the beautiful tune of butterflies,
While hunted by foes around the den of faeries,
Sing at us like hungry overfed dogs.
If we must shine, Aaa! Let it but mildly shine,
Even as we dance awaiting our unknown end
In truth, shall the rue yet monsters coy
For life still lives even if, it ends my friend!
My comradery! let’s then meet as we toy!
We may felt frightened yet again as we journey
Life is sweet with thorns in armour of bravery
And the million blows taste like honey!
That which lies is a choice of life or slavery?
Like lions we will face the cowardly fear!
Almost strangled to the wall, yet fighting to hear!
Here we are
Each of us
In a world
Of our own
Trying hard
To connect
But failing
Again and again.
The solution
You know
Is to simply
Let it all
Go
And let
whatever arises
Simply be.
Is this illusion
The Zenness
Of being
Or it is just
Another attempt
At relevance
In a world
Of illusion.
(10/15/25)
orange marmalade
slathered upon the black sea
nascent world of life
It's
all appearance
an unconditional appearance
which leaves nothing
to know~~
voor CINDY ANSONG
Je eten is heerlijk
de pittigheid en hartige toevoeging
naar de schemering is een aangrijpende kreet
een gesloten lengte.
Als de nek van een giraf uit de wolken
die volledig tevreden is
Ik slaakte een geschrokken kreet
met een DANKJEWEL.
Can I testify?,
Or would better be a lie.
No love is shown for his repeated crime.
Can I testify?
The gallows lurk for Destiny's dark climb.
Behold, the clock is running out of time.
Can I testify?,
Or would better be a lie.
A man, half a mountain of hair,
Gave Cupid a bit of a scare.
He wasn't a knave,
He just didn't shave,
A heart that was rare did he share.
Look at those glimmering orbs,
glazed like galaxies in an unending space.
Look at those glittering lips,
curving up like a cresent moon on face.
Look at those blushed apples,
like those of babies adored in embrace.
Look at those clouds tied with violet ribbons,
dancing away in grace.
Oh! the mellifluous melody it seems,
don't you want to just join in?
Now look again,
look at those glimmering orbs,
glistened with tears, mind in daze.
Look at those glittered lips,
eclipsing the waning heart in case.
Look at those blushed apples,
flustered by desperation to win in race.
Look at those clouds tied in violet ribbons, shackled in lace to flail in place.
Ah! the malicious malady it seems,
do you still want to join in?
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