dilemma 

Always a man, the little boy picked up his trucks. It most certainly was not his decision. He had rather destroy than keep order. Chaos, a game to play. And nothing was squared away that day.

With time, his anger grew
loudly inside
but politely kept at bay. Inner demons kept vigil,
camped around the fire to stay warm.

Years pass. Mornings grow into nights and boys grow into men. He was quite a catch, his father would say. Some girl would come visit to take his heart far away. He would vanish forever, his mother’s greatest fear.

War settled upon the earth. The boy-man set off for a foreign land, leaving behind his loves. His parents and new bride waved goodbye with no answers.

The mind wins over peace and erupts upon a credulous society. Everyone wonders still, what has gone wrong for so many centuries.

Spring Secure

the woodland flowers
and last year’s leaves -a marriage
the sun consecrates.

Oh! a happy heart settles in to linger in the placid. The healing carpet of moss wraps around her tired feet that long for home. She wakes from winter’s dream.

VDay Songs

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Do you wanna be an angel
Do you wanna be a star
Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar
Do you wanna be a poet
Do you wanna be my string
You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another
Undercover you could even be the man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player
Do you wanna be the string
Let me tell you something
It just don’t mean a thing

You see it really doesn’t matter
When you’re buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised

Still… you turn me on
Still… you turn me on
Mmmm… you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head
Do you wanna be the feathers lying in my bed
Do you wanna be the cover of a magazine
Create a scene

Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the singer
Do you wanna be the song
Let me tell you something
You just couldn’t be more wrong

You see I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn’t seem to make sense

Still… you turn me on
Mmmm… you turn me on, yeah
Mmmm… you turn me on.

Green Line Train

life
too complex
to know
whether left or right
straight

well wait,
i think i know
the mystery
explained to me
waiting for the green line train

advertising
and bright lights
taught the learning curve
follow the dimensions
i heard

and still
no idea
i understood
the dynamics of social fitting in
while the machine
welcomed robots
to coexist with us

right and wrong
so i thought
before everyone
caught
in the dungeon
stood
scattering rats