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Together

Away from life’s whims of bustle and rush 
Not even the wind will brittle shells brush 
The bird’s eggs rest peacefully on their nest
Work of fibres at their best.
(What in the world can be more beautiful?)
The value of a filament cannot best be told 
Otherwise its stick of fire will soon be drowned in the dew.


Our pot is broken:
Our world is split in seven pieces;
Some greater, larger and some left unspoken.
The black clouds that welcome the rains of the month 
Is the stench breath of the cannons mouth?
And to think our worst fears are manmade meteors from the sky
Would forever be one pathetic lie.

Ebony and ivory together  
Can’t you hear the sounds of piano keys?
 Like the singing free spirited birds that will always fly.

Oh mankind! Oh mankind!! Oh mankind!!!
Do you not feel the chill in the uncaring night? 
In our minds the tale of the broom
Mummy earth still rewinds
“A stick will only prick dirt through your eyes
 But together they can clean the room “

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The Beau's Tale

Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft on which our spirits  first grub
To then be able sour among the  lunar stars.
Some call it cloud nine but i choose to call it divine,
Never likened to the camels of the caravan as
 Gradually their necks tarry on the dwindled dust
Till their mouths become a canister  of drivel:
Malign,prate and gab.

Fair it is but not as fair as fickle:
Oh yes, leaves turn brown in winter
And Dross gives way for the sinter!.
“All must go in whimsical bearing”
Thats what the clock sings

Brighter is its glass as it is brittle:
To which  on wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry:
astounding work of art polished in tears.

He who cares to listen to a messy secret  should 
Strike the egg  first against the wall !

Two loves i bear,of comfort and despair,
My better angel a man right and fair,
My worse spirit a womans coloured ill.
 
she is my rainbow overhead my sea,
Seven  colours painted in the skies
 but three shall always sting my eyes  
as they are green,red and blue.

As i saunter through  grasslands and natures green 
I reminisce on how i sang to the trees and shrub
Of her i call my queen.
Yet her iris remains green  to a phantom  
to which she does espy  as a simulacrum of her  very being.

Red is what oozes from the Dart 
when she hits the  bulls-eyes of my heart ,
she burned with love  as straw with red fire flamed
but burned out as straw out burned.

Blue is the dark cloudy weather
Where fallen  beau Gazes  placid to the sea
Faraway  the single stag,banished to a lonely crag
To watch birds fly in and out of man:

Mariage is  rarely bliss
Wherein a lovers kiss either be felt
Or break the loved ones neck.
Though the face  at which i glare in the mirror  be cruel,
For year after year it nauseates  an ageing suitor,
It has sufficient mass to be altogether there
Never likened to an indeterminate gruel 
Randomly placed here and there.

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Eve of Festivity

dusk closes today with a black curtain 
whisky,grog,we can contain none 
sweet saliver of silence: 
the snail hardly noticed as it climbs, 
its december! 

the scattered pieces of this golden dish 
bond together  under the chanderlier 
over the dinning table 
like veins and arteries 
flowing through my heart 

the whistling winds  blow 
seeds to my nursery bed 
to blossom into this charming tree, 
one plumule stems branches of surprise 
like diamond stars of the skies: 
my open palm of many fingers

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Difficult Ambition

i saw the footprints on the sands of the oasis, 
and the loamy soils around the rose garden, 
i also saw prints on the mountains: 
the strings that aid the climber, i also saw 
them go the other way around; 
(evidence of return,decent) 

but i still look for the prints on the sky 
around the moon, 
and so i still stare up,neck bent, 
cos she turned a million miles a meter 
in the darkness of the woods,dungeon, 
hungry heart when she smiled at me. 


i saw me descend the valleys(i didn't know) 
went anticlockwise(couldn't imagine) 
high among the milky she holds my heart. 
my feet never touched the ground: 
no job,office,domain. 

circles:the  universe, clock ,and me, 
impeccable gyration,for the arrow i fired 
keeps descending,and so she still takes 
me along(no direction)just the way it was 
when i first saw her. 

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bitter sweet is what i utter
when i am immensed in water
hung afloat to the stinging rays of the sun

bitter sweet is what i mummur
when the sun steps down for the moon
light is life dark is doom

a valve of contradiction regulates
an appetite of glutt
if not i am sunk in the abyss
and gulped up in diarriahoe

i get good milk and millet
for nagging and shout,
i am curled up in a spoon i dare not taste

yonder and yonder my heart wonders
to a place known as comfort ground
where i am still under the sheets
and my eyes transfixed
to the sleeping eyelids and lips of my ever bitter sweet

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Bad Belly

bad belly

The thorns for the rose,
soil hands for oily lips,
tears for the picture in the 
secret wallet:
chokes,lips drip vinegar:"am i responsible?
"how do you know"?"it cant be". 

The clouds beneath the sky,
sunshine through trees(the shrubs suffer loss):long 
blonde hair of snow white
,obstructing rays of a woman and child. 


Abyss darkness,he drives his car on the freeway
thinking what to explain. 
he reaches a traffic halt,
empty world,deep sea, 
the devil. 
the moon shines so he sees it all:

The ring hidden in his mouth when he said,"seem i have met you before"?"i am 
single- hmm  divorced"
and  then one hotel,one bed, one night,
trouser and skirt on the floor.

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The Pyramid:Rich and Poor

Round:the planet and the sun,
zebras , horses and the lake;
He said we should stay around the dish
He had placed for us his children:
garden of Eden.

The wolves have stained the white eyes
of the new born and unfolded their palm 
to a reveal:rings of unequal fingers;
diamond,gold,silver,bronze and iron.

claws like an axe have carved a pyramid
out of a ball of earth.
we hear the voices of a frightening storm:
the doctrine of "boulder against pebble"
from a tongue that drips rain of vinegar

i look at this edifice from top to bottom:
many legs for a millipede,
so big a body for a head.

look at our shinning skulls
as they pluck from the sky its crystal stars;
like tanned metal of the blacksmiths store:
the true steps of a stair so tall.

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Bitter Sweet

bitter sweet is what i utter
when i am immersed in water
hung afloat to the stinging rays of the sun

bitter sweet is what i murmur
when the sun steps down for the moon
light is life dark is doom

a valve of contradiction regulates
an appetite of gluttony
if not i am sunk in the abyss
and gulped all  up 

i get good milk and millet
for nagging and shout,
i am curled up in a spoon i dare not taste

yonder and yonder my heart wonders
to a place known as comfort ground
where i am still under the sheets
and my eyes transfixed
to the sleeping eyelids and lips of my ever bitter sweet