The Blessing Of Blindness

Stone walls and iron curtains
Do not make a jail.
The mind's the reason for the pain,
The focus;
A pin point or a crucifixion nail,
Or a spear's tip, 
Sharp and focused with the strength
Of a self suffering intellect
That mirrors unto itself,
Like glass that burns in light.


Naught is the fruition of the calm,
And much contemplation
Rains in much woe.


Be blind as you wish
To the imperfection we live,
And hope.
And escape in the boundless 
Dreamy scapes that flood 
With light, with laughter, with love.


Dreamers may be content
In their death-like sleep,
But seers look, and they despair.

Ash, Ash, Go Away

Ash, ash go away.
Come again another day.
Little airplanes need to fly;
Ash, ash leave the sky,
Never puff your cloud again.


Ash, ash go away.
Puff again another day.
Earth has had enough of smoke;
Ash, ash, fall, don't float,
Leave the air or turn to rain!

Time Bound

Tick - tock,
Sounds the dying hands,
Like bells that toll rife,
In ripened, chilly air,
And hands that stoop to fell
The seasons weary run.


Dust and dirt and minds,
And broken things reply
The token sounds:


Tock-tick-tock...


Again, again, in ceaseless
Strains chorused 
From every waking yawn,
Till the lull of sleep approaches
Once again...


Decreed forever to make us dance,
Like foolish puppets,
Helpless brothers;
Hapless beings of chance,
Cousins of a controlled race.

Belleress Not More Vain Than I

There's still some room for more,
Passionate beastess mine,
And whate'er you wish, no more,
Or sit with me to dine.

Or stare at stars, and vainly wish,
That God were a tad cheerful.
Darling, let that thought perish.
You've strayed too far f'ra handful.

Goodies still wait on this side,
Don't look to crossing the needle's eye.
You're not a saint I can confide;
You're red with sin, as I