Sticky Fingers

What does it take
To leave a tree alone?
Abolish money
And raze your home

Developers play
At helping humanity
Clear cutting woods
Destroying harmony

Realtors wet dreams
Representing the foly
Midwife to horror
Faking what it seems

The Little Artist

The blocked artist
Sad uptight creature
Cowering in filth
Measly mind's picture

Jolts of jealousy
Words drip from a catheter
Living in a cardboard box
No clue what's out there

Beyond the beyond
The universe expanding
As a last resort
You tap the unending

Walk the Talk

Fakers and phonies
Plowing through the rye
For a strip mall
Built on a lie

Pack of smokes - forty ouncer
Distended you
Shell of thoughts
Of nothing new

The talk queer
Your walk oscure
Corrupt front
Energy unsure

Laundered truth
Regenerated myths
Rigourous honesty
Spiritual arsenist

Half Measures

Half measures do not yield
Fifty percent peace
Jittery nerves, finger tips
Grasping at riches fleeced

Bankrupt spiritual life
When does it change?
Abundance of distractions
And the other - the same

A Portrait hangs
Society's great helm
Strange fruit
In a spiritual realm

And the consumed pilot
Steers off course
A ship doomed
Every moment - remorse

Love Travels

When we make love
The elephants dance in Africa
She spoke in the distance
Her voice sweet insistance

Hands kneading neck hairs
In the back row
Words of love broadcast
On stage reciting a poem

New Age Rhetoric

Usual conundrum
New age talk and chatter
Throw the cards
Their karma to scatter

Speaking to the dead
That rest sedentary
What's to come for you?
A partner to bury

Light from years away
Still signals, a note
We crane our necks agape
Expelling our last breaths

Out of Business

Whose misery are you making?
Fields of tea
Poverty wage, labour picking
From inside a cage

Sit for a meal
Of pork and compliance
Pig's tail cut
Farming defiance

What's my beef?
Developers' golden stain
Chinese exporters
Singin' in the acid rain

Sacred and pure seething
Micro managed
Out of their shacks
Air unworthy of breathing

Rumours

Some whispers say what
You don't normaly hear
What fate has in store
In waves and fear

A dagger's weight
Its innocent grip
Saved for a day
Foothold's slip

When substance seeks
Itself, a match
Comforting is nature
Of truth unwrapped

Sommer skjult

Sommer fugl
Gylden kule
Bevistløs glade
Varm tænknings bade

Kys til luften
Ånd klippe klyften
Tung byger
Våger og ryger

En hvide tæppe blæser
Som et drøm
Nord jyske klitter
Gliderne hook orm

Goth blood

Lethal venom
Corsing through my veins
Bleeding blackness
Leaving stains

Millenia deep
Murdurous bed
Dark soul's sleep
Gothic dread

Maya

If all is illusion
Why not act that way?
And not bathe for days
In goods and duka?

The many languages
And all the knowledge
Purport to be it
But they're not that!

And nature, what then
When a tree rustles
Shirking off the world
From out of its soil?

The work of nature
Only adoring the sun
That shines on beasts
As they are one

To say we're cursed
Would be a mild prognosis
A collection submersed
In perpetual over doses