Friday, December 31, 2010

Sometimes they seems to do it
split souls half
scatter them polewards anti
but like magnets they creep and fuse
unite to sublime bliss
...the divider knows it
and smiles in secret
such are the games
they subject us to....

Sunday, June 20, 2010

APPEAL

LASH NOT HARSH
RAIN OH DEAR
CRIED THE LITTLE FLOWER
IN THY MIRTH MY LOVE
FORGET NOT COMPASSION!

SORRY

when i'm full
i go into hibernation
and breathe of silence eternal
pardon me.