This ceaseless world Taunting and terrifying Never lets loose  its grip Bird at the Barbican Vultures abound Who make no sound Like a waterfall torrent Or just a drip Faceless monsters In evil rectangles  Seduce, sympathize, Swarm You are nothing to them In their desolate dens Desperately searching For a better life in some form How sad they must be Playing pretend In a world of imposters There is no end To lies and sins They take so many shapes To death and destruction Where

There’s always room Rose Reverie For a perfect bloom In our windows of acceptance Who could argue Its existence Brightening anyone’s day Without resistance Effortlessly beautiful Even with thorns To remind us that Even the devil has horns A few will find fault in its glorious petals The shading, perhaps a tear A limp leaf Or grazing spike We can fully accept flowers with these flaws and dislikes And plant them in gardens Put them in vases Display them in windows Give for

Houses have windows Clams have shells Minds have skulls Hearts have flesh All barriers of the mind, body, and soul To protect and preserve To keep us whole The walls we put up beg to be torn down they did not ask to be erected, or resurrected They are helpful and harmful at the same time Self-preservation or self-destruction There has to be cracks and gaps  to let any light through Walls don't have to be impermeable only adjustable To allow for the odd kiss to the head, to th

Strong is the traveler who needs no one Ashley, Wiltshire, UK With feet firmly on the ground No rope is necessary To climb those dizzying heights of unknown And fear what might be found Happy to wander, free in footsteps Each one taking you closer to peace With only nature as your guide Trust the trees they are wise And completely at ease Rooted in soil Stretching up high They do as they please As you travel through this forest of old Take hold Don’t go off somewhere else Rem

Cimetière du Montparnasse I speak for the distance between loves Between currents of energy  that long to be connected To join together in a spark of ecstasy This distance is cold and callous Even if the entities at each end are not It is relentless and heartless in its simple existence As if to say, there's nothing I can do Like a fly in a web, caught It has compassion For it knows its ambivalence is cruel Yet it feels helpless to change To rearrange itself To feed the fire