rust

rust

there is rust everywhere 
from the pen to the peg 
there is no trust 
we left what we felt as life which is in file 
we spit on the spot plenty of tips for those without tops 
what is historic is hysteric in fact 
there’s none to lead without a deal a tact 
the dean of the globe to need a probe 
we sent to the nest a message to torment the mentor 
there the trust whisks away in twisted words 
that turn it sediments the dust 
to rust the pen hanging in the nagging peg 

kneading the dough

kneading the dough

We are kneading the dough, 
Not with anger but with love, 
With water of mercy though, 
For feeding us; over and above. 


We press it through thick and thin, 
With a song of peace that adds to the taste, 
Strength so soft it needs within, 
Gently we finger; not any haste. 


Look at the dough so nicely done, 
Come let’s cook it or bake it for fun, 
Hatred and hunger we do delete, 
All are happy; all replete.

obituary

Values Death x years
kind smiling wealth n amount 
survived by disease 

security

numbers and passwords 
pins swipe cards firewalls 
still rays do not rust 

hideout

Chicken terse steams.. 
Animals talking waiting they 
Stare apiece organs

haiku

clouds hanging above
figures shapes yes
light dark sound no fight

read the name as clouds 

haiku

classroom for learners
a girl climbs the tree a boy
fruits and flowers show

haiku

boy eating the sun
food lying on the table
image on the wall


read the name as breakfast

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