Inner city rails

Long bars through neighborhoods
suburbs, districts and no man's land lost.
Steel rods all the way across the megalopolis
over bridges, through tunnels and under ground.
The rumbling shaking screeching all the way to dumbfound
Dark catacombs and long deep terraces
The train like a snake slides through ferociously.

The dusty smoky air moves across platforms with the ashes
Rush hour thick with faces worn by overwork and rashes
waiting for the shaky screechy gritty
The rails so lifeless carry this human worm through the compost that is this city

The lights and draughts that attack the weary commuter
find every nook and cranny of his core
Shadows flicker and vagabonds bicker as the crowds line up to board
The overloaded squabble as they all throw themselves at the entry doors
not letting the desperate people exit before

Yes the inner city rails, always a light at the end of the tunnel
Heaven is mixed thoroughly with hell and then funneled
Shacks and stalls and wrecks sell it all on oil stained pathways
And all slip and some pickpocket and others rub up in the train crowded thick
So just go to the gangway to buy your ticket.

She is not a corner to cut

Rays of respect light her
the pressure, won´t dim her
Time won´t cook her
neither will negative intentions

She is not a corner but a whole
Not a task but love´s work extending
A colorful talented girl
that deserves a mention

She is as calm as dusk
sweet curves of her neck allow night to fall
she will not be thrown down in the ruts
she is not a corner to be cut

Faith with love as cement

The hole in our faith before we knew each other
The rubble near our dreams through our thoughts all over
Cement turned to sugar above the water fall where we kissed
Our hearts malleable to each other, pump in bliss

Our faith flattens ruins
and our love builds new cities above it
Positivity flows through us like a fluid
We feel, we breathe, we love it.

In love and strong we take the impact of the world we face
To fill the hole in our faith
Clear the rubble from our dreams with the strength of the sun ablaze
And continue the same stream of bliss from whence the kiss transformed us

Poet´s overcoming

Poet´s overcoming

Rough life is up by a rusty iced morning.

The rigourous rhyme comes a howling as a lake horse provoked.
The dusty eyes are licked by the cautious kelpie and it revives
my shine and vigour.
...
The loch a mirror of hard embedded tears now solid and formed frozen
like the will of the plain day.

The dreams of the seventh poet revolving and expanding.
each a wave unto the writers own universe
each a sensation unto his own love

The day yells

The alarm screams
The sound of your own body moving to push itself out of bed
The dishes and cutlery clatter
How do we stay sane when reality couldn´t be madder

The day yells
Not like a hairless beardless geriatric who lost his underwear
but like a ferrel cat
Yes the never ending test of tests

Morning is the bottom of a well
And sometimes you´ve got to hold onto that bucket
even when the hands far above just let the rope go
The only strength I find in days as these is saying thankyou

Thankyou lord for all the great things that are still in my life even after these disruptions and distractions have made me overlook them.
Thankyou for letting me be acquainted with frustration so I may better compare the qualities of Peace.

To have that what you have searched for

To have gained that which you have searched for
That which you have hurt for
That which you have dreamed of
Unlocked suddenly like a secret door

To have the aroma and feel of such a gift
A reminder of life and how to lift it
An arm to hold you after hundreds of nights alone
Warm something that I've searched high and low for

And had it not burst into my life
had it not been love that sent me a wife
I cannot fathom how lonely I would be
How cold and disconnected from the heart I'd feel

And so love did whistle
Cupid's army pulled back arrows
I caught one from whence nimble cherub fingers fired
Sharp and darkish golden her name is Maira

Dog of truth

The dog of truth is barking
he is the indicator of impending dangers
He is the food you will eat after dark
when there is no longer any food at all

The dog of truth comes wiley and smiling
Lakes of laughter that will soon fall silent
Journey to the truth rough and violent
through corruption and poorly maintained streets

Ignore the crooks barks the dog of truth
and make your way ruthlessly
through the starving masses who tread on new grain
who pollute their own water sources and complain

Kill the dog of truth and let´s party says the mayor
because it´s bark is blunt and impolite to the ear
Corruption is ours, pollution is ours who really cares!
The dog says carelessness and apathy keep us dirty and unaware