in my dreams

in my dreams i dont denounce the trinity
obviously those who had their heads lopped off
by al qaeda in iraq didnt do so either
your bowing so low offends me
as you will just make up
a different complaint
next week to whine

sweetness

worrywarts
remind me
of raisins
dried up
but sweet

blue

how blue am i
mashed up grapes
of red and purple
gladness not

its time

my windswept glacier
with turquoise hues
paradigms change
chilly to the bone
its past time
be remedied
no cannot
its time

words

snow flakes fluttered
round my apple blossoms

tomorrow

my starry soul bans the equator
not in contest with the constellations
but in conflict between my selves questing
shimmering brilliant reflections of you
in my thoughts of what you are .....

yesterday

say good bye to the world we knew yesterday