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

sperm is a legacy in transit
the space between words, filled with speculation...

a pocket full of rusty cions
the well is dry...

logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...

age inflicts and time bites!
a fine line exists between perception and reality...

the savagery of man-woman kind, on display
let there be dark in your life...

I am not ready to forget all the pieces of the...
that wheel is still in spin...

you toss you turn
my light dsturbs...

I have paid my dues
a life of privilege, three good meals per day...

the ability to connect and communicate
governors who we are...

without waves the sea becomes a pond
the moon retired...

power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...