real cool!

so softly curtains
sway caressed by a breeze
a cool summer show.

a welcome guest

landing on a leaf
a dragonfly casts a glance
mending wantonness

along the way

who and where am I
going are vital questions
in response to life.

forces at play

AT THE FUNERAL
OF FALSE HOPES COME ILLUSIONS
FIGHTING FOR SPACE.

crafting

human toils make sense
when from dusts are fashioned clays
from which to build home

a balancing act

reaching the circle's
ark on a pendulum ride -
an aspiration

no, thank you!

hard to digest are
gold plated insults served
with a smiling face

move further up, pls.

at the lowest rung
incoherence reigns supreme
in lofty camouflage