living (haiku)

only body dies
so lit is its memory
into living hearts

mystery in the mundane

mystery in the mundane

communication is vocal
yet non-verbal
no words needed no cues
it's the silent face with vibrant vocal clues
i talk to my pet with hands and my voice
letters in the litter without a choice
truth is in sound and wordless silence
i find sanity in this fleeting madness
here if a reader ever passes by
take to the feelings to the words bidding bye

more or less

leaders and those led
lying equal on the rules
more or less fled..

The hole

yes x pairs with a .y
differences on surface
know a deep hole

site (haiku)

zero..one two
children carrying numbers 
adults are missing

continuum (haiku)

fields protected
hunter hunting the hunted 
leaves bleeding brown 

metanoia

The reasonable
Isms pass through the prism in peace 
alight from prison 

Hee haw

Hee haw

Word building is a 
Nice game world building could be
Nicer still Hee haw 

Language will arrive

Language will arrive

Language is locked.  Would soon go into the woods 
To the brooks, to the mountains, to the snow 
To the sun and the moon, to the rain for its flow; 
From the grass and the tree, 
Will arrive on the bed with its expressing key.

yarrow

yarrow

Since the world 
Is far too clever for me 
A foolproof place with horrible mess 
With wrath and ego that’s never to go 
With 'clannism' and racism cannibalising fools 
I came here…