[(penn-mar 91732) 2013 march]
(2013)
webs above, on which the spider ro… woven threads which my mind’s eye… spaced as perfected natural geomet… to clasp tight to one’s unsuspecti… Yes, it is a great big web;
Ah… the memories, those which dwel… such complexity, each invokes smil… in this moment lays, my efforts li… the truth be now known, life’s ref… On time’s constant stream, one’s m…
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
Passing on, our celebration of one… life’s flame received his calling,… familiar thoughts renew minds myst… culmination in Heaven’s garden, fl… Thought filled kindness, her kiss…
with that it comes, what lies beneath it; beauty or horror, it captivates me; crawls and creeps through me,
Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq, it casts an orange beige; fiery though its blister stare, the horizon is still a dusty greig… visual spectres shun its light,
Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise
This broken nail, these cloven hoo… my daze begins as I hoist up my drawers and scratch my arse upon mind’s opening porch at first glance it seems
A relaxing rest all alone, within one’s mind one truth presents peace
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,
Bright light, child of sunbirds flying as high as any soul can into the end, beyond the beginning focused brightness.
Chivvying panderers, advocates of an American fourth R… haranguing political minority, this Klan, keeps full its only Qu… molesting Earth’s citizens worldwi…
Awash in moments filled with dread… hope slowly gathers; midst strangling moan voices shout… nothing truly matters; mangled by fears,
it is only him all eternity’s brightness do not be afraid
Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,