Snapscapes

    Sepia prints memories mutations

    Is this it or

    Was it that

    Never could get a

    Foot hold

    Across the field

    Where the horizon

    Kisses the ground

    Birds in flight

    Brilliant rays

    Golden sunshine or

    Was it

    The Painters delight

     And the Eternal

    Conjurer going wondrous

    Creations' own Daughter

    Rhapsody in Hues

    Makers own delight

    Caught in Canvas

    In Print cascading

   Your Mindroom

   Filling up the senses

   Trillions of Bubbles

   In the air

  Was it your breath

   That you blew

    No commotion

    Softly she comes

   The Harbinger of

   All that you dreamt

   Daylight beckons

   Starshine travels

   To Nether Abode

   Picture Perfect

   Reams of Scenarios

   Captured

   Snapscapes


  








  










  





  

Graffiti

     There goes the procession

     Your Braveheart in Control

      The Clergyman on the Pulpit

      Making the right noise

      Looks like its Ragtime

      The Minstrel on the edge

      Singing

      Songs sung

      Of Life Leaves and

      Loneliness

      Words fail to rhyme but

      Explode in your mind

      Not a pretty sight

     Seeing the Soul set

     On Fire while the

     Purveyors of the

     Municipality

     Sleeplessness or

     Was it sheer Boredom

     Refuge

     On the streets

     The half naked

     Barefoot Bard

     Scrawling screaming

     Words that would have

      Made sense but

      That was yesterwhile

      Today stares at the

       Deeds undone while

       The Presiding Deity

       Mendicant to the Nation

       Wearing the Cloak of

       Unabashed piety

       Its time to kneel

       The Garbage Prince

       Is ready to do the

       Gig

       Swirling in the

       Slush and      
 
       Somewhere the

       Sewerage Blues

       Echoes Nah!

       Wails weeps woos

       And then the staccato

       The Moon of  all  your

        Moons full

        Its yellow halo

        The Undertaker is dancing with

        The Corporate Watchman

        Oblivious  of the

        Forebodings

        Cant see

        Anticipate the

        Morrow

        Fresh tumult

        A figure disappears in the

        Quite Smoky night

        Shine on bright

         Go listen to your

         Benefactor but

         Beware

         Its ominious

         Shape of things to come

         The Graffiti



        
















      



      












      
































    

Sidewalks

   It is the time of the year

   Things come undone

   Thoughts they come

   Tumbling down

   Find your self in

   The Precipice of

   Expectations

  Worn out cliches drop

  Like a Habit restrengthened

 Winter tales and strories retold

  Reenactment of the Testament

  Unabridged tales and lies

  Told and retold

   Until Time gasps for

   Attention

   Your famous half cocky

   Grin all over the

   Countenance

   Darling of the Millions

  What about the Enticement

   Where does it all lead to

   Do we give up on you

   Shall we say our good byes

   Order your Obit

   Etch an Epitah

   Catch the morning dew in

   Your Window Pane

    Will the Minstrel and Mendicant

    Meet the Master

    In the Ballroom of Caprice

    Its not unusual to

   Find forgotten Eulogies

   Revised to fit the

   Coffin

   And the Ceremony at the

   Hill where your

   Friends once stood in awe

   Of this sudden light shining

   Where did it

   Shine on you

   After all these years of

   Turbulence and Tumult

   Peace prevails

   Should widen the

   Sidewalks

  

And the Wind Cried

     Its unusual

    A feeling of have been

   There done it

   All

   Wat then is

  That which

  Hangs like Icicles

  In a trough

  Your famous

   Author being

   Dragged by the scruff

   The Editor of All Rags

   What is going

    On

    There is a sudden

     Feeling of Betrayal

     Whatever happened to

     Your Master who

     Surveys all

     Will Lifes' Daily Schedule

    Include

    The thud so needed

    For seeing exactitude

    And the I told you

    Sos can drive up

   The moon

   But what is this

   Makes no sense

   The words are all in

   Yes

   Incoherence has its

   Harmony

  In seeing what no one

 Can see

  And go far

  Standing on the ledge

  Of Sanity

 Nah Not That!

 Coherent scribblings of

 The Intelligentia

 Comandeered by the

 Purveyors of All Fate

  Smothered by

  Polissar of the Obverse

  This is just

  Disgusting

  Jumble of a lingua

  Misused by

  Drop outs

  Of the Nations'

  Less favoured

  Watch out

  It is growing

  The Discontent

   Disquiet Ones

  Are closing in

  And you see the

 Writing on the Wall

 Or dont you

 The Sidewalks of the

 Not so fortunate are

 Paved with debris of

The Middle Crass

 Where did you

 Go my Only one

  Where were you

  When the Judgement

  Proclaimed as it was

  From the Pulpit of

 Part Time Messiahs

 Of Lifes' Suggestions

 At thge

 Vallahala

 Shrine and the Priest

 Beckons

 Its time for

 Prayers

 But it is

 Closing Time

 And the Wind

 Cried







































 

Mirror

           Where were you when the bridge broke and

           People were left on both the shore

           You were busy with your own world and the

           Bridge was bombed

           Where were you

           The Young one gaped

           But i did not know

           I blew the truck

           Didnt expect the bridge

           To blow

           So in there lives our

           Folly

           We think and what

           Happenstance

           Is Another Story

           Young ones in the family look at the

            Destruction and

            Lowered heads

            Didnt expect

            Loved ones to perish

            But Content thet

            The Friends had

             Taught

             Them to Resist and

              That they should

               So the Fire rages in each of them to

               Dismantle

               To change

               Rearrange

               Destroy

               But no way can

               The construct

               Develop

               Nourish but they

               Are what they are and

               How they see

               What is up front

               Mirror did someone say

               They are the

               Mirror of the Times

               But let us come to

               Something more

               Quintissential

               The Toast of All Existential Dervishes
  
               Dancing the Dance Of

               Life

               Its on

               There is a

               Crowd waiting to be

               Provoked

               To break into a

               Dance

               To Sing and

               To Shout that

               The Challenge

                Dissent is loud and

                Clear

                The bugles shriller

                The Pageant of Peace Marcherrs

                 Knocking at the Gates of the

                 Village

                 And the Chief is in a

                 Quandary

                 Welcome

                  Retaliate

                 Sanity prevails

                 Indifference rules

                 Not much to expect

                 In fact nothing

                 Happens

                 I told you sos have a

                 Field day along with

                The Sixty plus

                Things will move

                 If you fall on them

                No sticks

                Got to reason

                Outwit the

                Bad bald and

                Darkness

                The Mirror is broken

                Reflections of

                The Gentle one

                Now gone Awry

                Can you see

                The Convex of

                 Your

                  Self

              































                

















































    





























 

              



























































          

  
























          

Beyond

  And the hour glass gets tired

  The sands of Time has

  Not fallen

  There

  Look Beyond the

  Prism beyond the

  Horizon

  The Maker is getting the

  Jitters

  No more Conquests

  Somewhere a King has

   Lost his kingdom

   The White Flag

    Fluttering i

    The Rainbow in the Firmament

     Black and White and

     The Water mingle in the

      Myriad colours

      The Crab got out

       Reared its head

       To find the sands

       Close in with the waves

       Ashore and there

       There the Moon rose with a ring around it

        Is there a way

        Out of this

        Fixation

        Of the

        Moment

















      

Forevermore

     A thought tumbled out of the sllope

     The Hillock grimaced and grinned

     What is going on

     The Revelry

     What for

     The Misfortune of Fools

     Celebrations of the Forsaken

     Musings off the Not so

     Amused

     Pall bearers of

     Market gloom

     Melancholy prevails

     Where does all this

     Lead

     The now  here

     The Present its

     Presence

     After all is Obiletarated

     Disgraced defaced

     Devalued

    The Times are buried in the

     Abyss of the Hopeful

     What about the cups of

     The Clueless

     The Failing light

     The Wrapping Up

     Of Days Antics
            
     Hours turn into

     Minutes in tangent

      With the Prism

      Reflecting an

     Orange Skyline

     In your eyebrows

     Did someone say

     Something or an

     Hastened whisper

    Of nothing substantial

    Did Time give its consent

    To descend

    The dusty dirt track

   The animals are coming a

   Home

   Where were you

   Forevermore