Past midnight

The clock is ticking
The midnight hour has passed now
A middle aged man in middle
Of the street, life is
Still running like bulls
In corrida de toros leaving behind
The aged fighter watching sunset
In middle of night
Past midnight lonely
The midnight hour has passed now
Do you still remember us?

June 7, 2018

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Dancers

Dancers fill the street
Colours fly in the air fill the
Sky thoughts dance passion.

June 6, 2018

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Neglected

Neglected flower –
Sits at the door in dry land
Garden unwatered.

June 6, 2018

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Note

A flying note –
In three or four words she writes
Her whole world.

June 6, 2018

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Temple … Meditating Peach

I have been to the temple today
My mum is pleased, but
Which temple? She asks
It has been the temple of
A Thousand Gods, then
The One God
Then the three Gods
Then
No God!
No God resides there
But I have been to the temple
And my mum is pleased.

I have been to the temple today
New teachings spread through
The old walls
A beautiful sound of new singing
Or is it screaming
A woman was crying in a corner
I was given a peach
I was told to meditate on all gifts
For God is giving
I thought to give the peach to my mum
But I have to meditate on it first
I got hungry so I ate the peach
I was thankful to No God
For God is giving
I have been to the temple today
Peach meditating and my mother is happy
The teacher of giving wasn’t!

I have been to a building today
That once was
A temple … of a Thousand Gods
Then of the One God
Then of the Three Gods
Then came the powerful almighty
The No God
Then they ran out of peaches
And teachers deserted the grounds
Now
A cemetery filled with the soulless dead
I have been to the temple today
My mum is pleased, but
Which temple? She asks
I eat a peach and
Meditate on empty stomach
A naked woman craving!

June 4, 2018

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Alarm clock

A morning sound pierce my ears
I adjust my position in the arms
Of oblivion, stay.

A lonely device sits neglected
On a dusty table screaming in
Unfinished dream.

A sound pierce the veils of peace
A turning in events leaves being
Asunder to be.

An alarm clock gives you the time
To hate, little to ponder
Stay, cry, time, goodbye.

June 5, 2018

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Myth

Story told thousand times
A story told over a thousand years
Eventually believed
Who could challenge, Wisdoms of old
Who could challenge: none!

June 4, 2018

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