The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away...

Skipping about, surfing the synapse, sparking...
Fanciful thoughts, philosophical thoughts...

I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...

The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...

I am at the foot of that dam mountain again
Stretching...

When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...

the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...

sitting here with my page
in the dark. of the morning night...

I have never once pretended to be godly
if nothing else I understand the human need of...

spiritual dreamers set the imagination on fire
searching scripture for answers...

I have no intention, for my words to spark an...
my only wish is to articulate in imagery...

some-times we need to fall on the ground,
to appreciate the view...