God is a cloud from which rain fell.
From one’s little noose
Yells and shouts
And grows stout
And the noose tightens
Leaving no way to creap out
Till at the end
I am also having my turn among all.
So, the world happens twice–
once what we see it as;
second it legends itself
deep, the way it is.
My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..
You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery
Remind your bones that that dance inside something worthy
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.
She lit wildfires inside my soul and fanned them with hurricanes.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul…
With all control look for the hole, your mind gets weak, unless it’s truth you seek. Swirled and twirled into another world, into the smog, a doorway within the fog.