If you must find a reason to hate, form it into a huge red ball,
make it glow with the dust of Hades, and heave it from
your guts, vomit your insecurities, and remember all the
insincerities that have been handed you on a silver platter,
bloody with your own precious head...

Blame someone, anyone....you know you can...

Colour may be elusive in demise
The encounter devoid of yarn
Since none has come back to tell
We can only imagine the scale
From the entity hovering around
Recording birth as would be losses
The fête that follows a baby’s birth
Will also see grief in due course

As I stood and watched
tears of blood fell from the Lord's eyes
They fell beyond this world
Beyond my reach
trickling into the darkness of despair

There we stood
lost
gazing upon this rancid world

We watched

We watched innocence wiped away by hate,
poverty and disease
We watched
bloodied women,
dragged screaming into shadows
We watched
governments, bathinng in the foul stench of corruption
just as dreams, were left to fester under society’s cruel gaze

We Watched

Tone on Tone

Rock of ages,
hammer out the truth
before the last leaf falls.
make it tone on tone in tune
with Om
and make it sound like silence.

Make me believe again
that love
is the answer and there is no death
in resurrection;
let me see the black-holed sun
in your eye's awareness
and break this silence into sound,

separate the darkness from the light,
let me be reborn of spirit,
and bring to me the colour white.