Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...

The New Zealand shootings
The weeping souls of Islam...

all things central to the phallus image
The centre of 'our' universe...

The potential of a blossom on a tree
Resonates with me...

Looking were the shadows fall,
Seeing the proof that I exist...

I come from my dream time
I am a little confused...

This makes no sense at all, just a copy paste...

Spin doctors play a part
Head games, seeding reasonable doubt...

We are the fringe people
The last white hopes down on a street...

There is a poet in chains, inside of me
Pain and burning emotions make good lines...

when I walk around I know I am not the only one
to see what is happening in real time...

the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...