The Due

What great pains
to reign in my temper
this tempest,
its fury

Though, I suspect
it may just be Violence
which cures me
yet
I persist
A passionate crusader
of Peace, Tranqility
Understanding and Patience
None of which
becomes me

And when the storm doth hit
Where then shall those evil
hands lie

Upon what forgery
shall they place their name
To which birthright of death
will they lay claim?

O!
Silence be no surpise
A toast to nothing then
but the strength
of denial, by groups
and in herds
There’s safety to be found inside the numbers
of the vast unlearned.

To all thine comfort and illusion
may thou be eternally
bound
Prime ruler, surveyor
over
whatsover
dost thou mind
conjure
to believe that it owns.

© 2013

POEMS

Clearing Out The Third Eye

Spellbound

Until Tomorrow

Win For Losing

Something Extra

The Man Who Looks Like You

Honey Darling

The Due

Get Lost

Kitten Does Not Know Best

This Man

Summer’s Fall

Michael J. Fox

I Can Go Out Further

You’re Welcome

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Every Artist Has A Vice

Candy Striper

Entrails & Innards

Breaking Beauty

The Sex Poem

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

The Cold Winter

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Johnny, Come Quickly