Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...

He took off his head,
like an old stench ridden...

How do you know........the moment is here
Is it the longing, yearning....or the anger when...

The dew drop enlarges
it shudders...

And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...

A thorny red rose
juxtaposes love and pain...

My chair has a mass of noodles
that have fell from the pot...

My religion is the love shared
between me, my wife and children...

Hells rain catchers pointing skywards,
red and cutting shapes like broken eggshells...

I wonder is a cloud really lonely
when the blue sky is invaded by...

It ignored me
carried on with its own monotonous existence...

Is this real life, as such I ponder
or am I part of a bigger daydream...