tigeready

Tiger preys walks slow
Moments still sharp and measured
Eyes claws jaws ready

rosogollas

Sweet shops smell of sauce
Rosogollas are in heat
Greedy flies and eyes

gap

Eyes closed half asleep
cracking sound feathers flutter
Thief steals in the gap

workers

workers are busy
building homes houses villas
crows watching on cows

mindberg

mindberg

Peace is for the weak,
anger for the strong;
fighting men in groups,
all are angry, none wrong.

This is the mindset that's cooking in the mind,
conflict is the salt easy and cheap to find.

Winners need losers,
to highlight the win;
if all won in life,
winners won't be seen.

This is the urge that's making all the bread,
trick is here the salt that is mixed for the trade.

Clever is married to power,
is divorced with the fool;
warmth and wealth to shower
for partners in the pool.

This is the taste that's blending in the dine,
grapes that are sweet make up all the wine.

words in the woods

words no feeling..
feeling is the other word
echoes in the woods

out not free

It is out not free
Sun and moon are locked alight
From the wooden box

Passtime

Passtime

Morning works the day,
Sleeps the afternoon,
Wakes up evening,
Over a cup of wind,
Returns night to bray
Like a curse or boon.

Clumsy little things,
Imagine their wings,
Fly inside the frame,
And take it upon them,
To win the losing game
As donkeys without shame.

The circus of the fate,
Entertains the stage,
The chores are not to change,
The dog and the cat,
Forever fight and date
At the drop of a hat.

Sun in the eyes

Sun in the eyes ..
Images reflect everywhere
Snakes coil in the holes

They have the heaven in them

They have the heaven in them

They have the heaven in them,

For years of blessed seed and sperm,

Grown and sown to breed and feed millions

Of countless saints and villains;

All born of mothers,

Fed by farmers,

They have the heaven in them.

The nurtured children,

Create horrors everywhere,

For ages kill with skill,

Shoot and poison;

Borders burn with deadly scare,

Mothers and farmers decide

To break the delinquent pride!

The blue seas and oceans surrounding the world

Have turned red with wombs that once held

The germs now there are no mothers no tremors;

The waters are salty red with anger

Have devoured all the ploughs with a hissing livid sound;

Now no lands will produce food

For there are no farmers!

Children are hungry starving have nothing to claim

They have the heaven in them,

Feed them weapons of terrors and shame

They have the heaven in them.