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

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

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

It is sad to understand,
how limited most humans are
in the thought and the words,
of the love they continually fear.
Within the English language

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

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

speak of how love’s trembling song
knows of the pain that each love b
lovers once combined, sing of it i
their sheet music, so wrote snaps
into a life time’s dirge, and deat

Have we all truly imagined
a picture of creation
one in which the omnipotent being,
our creator
established this garden

amerika, amerika,
how you falter, how you run;
remember running on the graves,
of all your daughters and sons;
turn away, you seek no cause,

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

Incidental thoughts, casual though
in ideals both lost and won;
irrevocably slip,
and ideas grasped quickly do subsi
instances play upon things placed,

More than fair is just;
more than just is righteous;
more than righteous is spiritual;
more than spiritual is home!
Michael Darrell Walker

Selfish stoats wear familiar gloat
and fear a radar static’ scalping
“Aqualung” to Jethro’s “bird”
that spitting thing that Elle Mae
broke the neck of…

In these long nights
I welcome sleep, yet I am
deprived of dreaming’s please, hin
by hot thoughts and lack of comfor
strong drink and companionship; th

Righteousness expressed in struggl
comes shining in a single lifetime
From life’s shadows dim a gift wil
explicit in one solemn watcher’s g
Prosperity’s plex is so placed in

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

across this, the living walk
on this day’s colourless rainbows
all life thus returning, to this f
falling for eternity in the darkes
as wind’s waves scream, over one’s

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

A question begs;
as do we all,
of what ever came first?
mull the quack
and deplume any bird,

Sexual devotion
in a surreal slower motion
dangerous, convincing, love mixing
healing, the bitter self-killer…
swallowing, finishing, quickening

Decrement, or reduction of things,
like values say, the lack of taste
for wanton and destructive wars
or conflict’s victory at any cost,
when subject to morale’s revenues

I admit…
the confinement of my soul,
trapped within this nuclear winter
inside, it is vacuum bitter cold,
outside, well it is out;

Strength, is key in the knowledge
of what was once done;
it is a factor,
to the breaking apart
of anyone’s stones;

Movement is life’s natural state
therefore stagnation is its end
this known played out continually
throughout the illusion of all tim
to refuse this fact is not unlike

Life’s pendulums once strongly swu
released each soul to fate
to its chagrin time’s Ides did sen
chills subdue as memory relates
intense, the anguish of such retur

Upon one’s mind, these thoughts pe
though time runs on, reality’s mis
thoughts rude and breme, at this i
development of such, life’s resist
grim times, equate to cruelty’s tw

IS AGE, THE NOW YOUNG
FACED WITH DEBT AND DIS
GARBAGE PILED UPON G

As the fly to flypaper ribbon; i.e
I am the macro to these micro, par
of the theoretical substance
beknownst to L.E. Boltzmann as th
What the chuckle, or that silence

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

sight unravels this
an afterthought of nature
in an opened book

What storeyed stele lays buried he
interned beneath the toxic layers
cast deep below the trough of life
and covered, by the filthy sneer o
once recognized and challenged sin

Suddenly then, let he go
wandering, mind filled miracle is
Her, fluttering’ amidst these grac
causing curious feelings; within h
no longer could her essence face t

Surrender mind, down on two knees,
feeling so very randy;
thought focused, homing on,
flesh as sweet as tasty candy;
eyes, watch quivering lips,

silence, it will be fleeting,
your time or what is left;
memory of your will,
will slowly fade;
as for bleeding,

أغلق عيني
والإغاثة في التنفس ،
تترسخ قلمي في اليد
يفكر بعمق
من هذه الكلمات لفهم

frowns and fakes,
smiling snakes;
heartless reprisals,
mindless denials;
thoughtless anguish,