Transparent sky enter bird Your solar system spinning as a top Around it's whirling Wings into the wind lifting your belly high and higher On up ...Read more

Down came a fantail and kissed the window pane Drops of rain skyeing down the glass Channels of water at the bottom on the sill Here and there li...Read more

Day of its own is brilliant in its own way Cars dodging about dodge cars People dodging about around people Sunlight covers landscape Days end ...Read more

I pass a door People are whispering silently in there I pass a street corner two men are standing back on I walk across the street People are pas...Read more

Not any part of our surroundings where I have any sanity No where can I sit It's crowded Our fruit trees are smothered with human memorabilia Wh...Read more

"O valiant Nathaniel, what troubles thou. They hunt today, on thy fields, where thy rivers run under thy oak tree. Thou looks gaunt and bored as th...Read more

Devoted long and hard, stripping timber, nail and bark. The iron sun, dropping tears of immense heat. I will run and immerse myself in the moons...Read more

Monster elephants in a pool, beneath, monster shadows. A dark moon, eerily takes notice. A dry stick floats on the surface. Monster elephants...Read more

Our poetry is original as the day yet to live. It's our fingerprints all over it and our intensity. To some they cannot de-code it, we have cracke...Read more

Thinking, thinking, thinking Pondering, pondering, pondering Musing, musing, musing I think to ponder I ponder to muse Musing to ponder Ponde...Read more

A little girl abducted. It could be across the st from mine. Quite lives split apart with daggers. Strangers have imposed on their nest, the wolf...Read more

We say 'here today and gone tomorrow ' Think about this, sadness today and hope tomorrow' We say 'there's a silver lining in every cloud' is there? ...Read more

It's a shanty made of trees and skin buck. It's an ugly thing not meant to please. It's the original shed of man indeed. It's not made with archi...Read more

It's a simple tune is Wally Balloon. In all things mess, it's a chirpy tune played on a tin whistle if you hadn't of guessed. Wally Balloon sittin...Read more

Two boys playing with water Water playing with two boys Droplets on their feet, dripping from their hair onto their nose, down onto their teeth, t...Read more

Earth is tired to many feet running about

I was talking to a baker, no candle stick involved, he breaths bread untold

Unchangeable ways are like ditches in so many ways

How old are words? As old as the Creators first man. Then came the woman full of words

Sunday, we got up for church No We got up for Father, Son and Holy Spirit