Within the living ruin
of ghostly shimmering heat,
lays one hunter seeking
that essence of the soul he hunts,
and while in stealth,

“moreover, no public woman resides
but all such abide outside in the
What a vast number of these there
It is a certain fact that there ar
Of them living by prostitution. A

Awash in moments filled with dread
hope slowly gathers;
midst strangling moan voices shout
nothing truly matters;
mangled by fears,

somewhere,
beyond my soul’s profundity
the middle of all
the madness comes apart
feelings made worthless,

Sol, that Pathway into our System
travelling millions and millions a
so many millions of miles too
warm our faces in these Spring’ of
elated freedom’ in the warmth’ fro

“God of all beings
God of all life
in the humanity we
are dreaming of:
Politicians are profoundly humanis

sight unravels this
an afterthought of nature
in an opened book

Each season lies;
each has deceptive reasoning
while in full of pride, each
accepts our please of them
what proves each as grand

Known secrets grid young body bare
self’s state pixilated;
taught wisely ways of wile,
subtle schooling’s antedated;
tricked through yearning’s eyes,

All the world’s words,
fool’s gold, or most quested wealt
quagmire for humans,
and precursor, to poor mental heal
cunningly used against foe,

This “Sun” illuminates worlds; an
as this Earth benefits from this d
the “Natural” state of all things
fore, she is our womb; one we can
proverbial gas sealed and heavily

If defined as finished, or
an ending to one’s episode’
ode to ends or green’ to spinach
yours is no worse than that
of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]

Awakened to new rising dawn
one spirit seeks that song
confusions clear of mourning’s tea
life kiss an echoing moan
holding morns breaking light

I guess, more or less
that within a single deck of cards
fifty-four standing alone and
different, sets of circumstances
one for each week of each year

It was me
and every motion
is my soul’s perfection
is as always that beauty
accordingly, I quarrel

Zeitgeist, inclined towards heart
yielding sounds, questioning one’s
Xanadu, wishing thoughts to soothe
will’s gift, leaves their once mis
Vassa’s Gate, fell on pendules sw

Clever word’, work’, and worth’
Tricks to urge, that converge, ind
TO FORM THAT OR THIS DIR
Clever smiles across the miles of
Of shit each wage earner eats dail

Sup-po-sition mag-ni-fies
what prop-o-sition probes;
i-ma-gi-nations clarify
what con-ster-nations close;
re-pu-di-ation se-par-ates

One’s conscious, proves unconsciou
therefore, its rest is sleep beyon
days past, soothes time’s exhausti
before the wind’s churn, stiffens
numbered, noted, nothing’s odd nau

Chivvying panderers,
advocates of an American fourth R
haranguing political minority,
this Klan, keeps full its only Qu
molesting Earth’s citizens worldwi

Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr
an interest sought upon thought’s
consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei
mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu
intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos

In a lifetime
of thoughts now lost
and on that day
where the sands of your time
cease to trickle down

What blessed seed kissed by love;
would rue the gift of life;
thoughts deep seat, in mind so mee
fear the coming strife;
reach out such tiny hands;

Let
the door
to my heart
be unlocked as
feelings that I once

of my own heart’s wounds
you and I are each within
thoughts upon a page

Reflect, upon the mood of men,
in whose hearts lie fallow;
their lives, lived in shadow’s dim
souls in murky shallows;
standing proud, upon the life,

To believe
in the physical fire theory
which led mankind
to a civilizing light
is to trust in more

My unclear mind’s refuse,
to read your deepest thoughts;
this hallowed consciousness,
now reamed of its trust;
the lack of you, beside me walked,

Within the deep and dark of each,
the screams of souls is heard;
and crying out, in pain of searing
are human beings cast into the voi
created by an inhuman kind,

Belief, faith; trust; dust on your
and worsted wooly things in the co
dust balls as such or hair balls;
took down her hair yesterday, all
just like “A Former Pastor of the

Quite smitten she smolders,
in deceptions wild serenade;
drawn sensually,
to a jades lithe and playful masqu
backed under, and into a word,

Why practice; anything at all?
is it due to the teachings that we
however, clearly these fell into d
What is good about cold beer?
the chill, the refreshe, just beca

And swallow… All this!
What so fell upon this Earth?
Time and time and more that time i
A fill, or fee, or file, a foal, o
Birth to life’s necessity; or a sp

Friends, ask first of ‘where’ are
this question begs for an impish a
family, implies blood, of course f
however, simplicity’s rule rules e
future implores, truth’s present’s

What is sweeter than chocolate,
and hungers as much for your touch
as you hunger for its taste;
what has such sweetness,
that it makes all of you glow;

Fickle frauds, betraying freedom’s
will’s lifelines bend, against the
folks forgot, this lifetime’s high
obscured life’s peace, one’s joys
forego truth’s tease, conflict’s s