Black Parade

The Show is on,
the ceremony has begun,
Its time for a downer,
Bringing home the stoner..
The nomad's drowning pool,
The gathering ground of the uncool,
The color tonight is black,
the vibe is dark,
we follow the medicine man,
we trust his plan,
Under a spell he wove..
The zombie parade marched..
To the land of sin.
It was Rock N Roll..

wild fire

Days past, new..
They flash before me..
Souls drunk on the exilir, drunk on the liquer,
buzz around me..
the energy in a song,
a sadness that's gone..
smoke and a light,
crazy is the night

She got greeting cards on a plywood board,
and a sullen clay pot beside her phone..
she's got a hundred thoughts drawn on her face,
she's got a sweetness in everything she says...
she's got a soft touch and a hard resolve,
she can make a grey cloud dissolve...

Diner Probe

The four horsemen that never arrived,
on a day we never sighed.
The torture of silence,
an unseen fence,
cool hips that never hop,
flowing,forgetting to stop..
sinking into conversation,
shaking off isolation,
a peppy beat, a rhythm serious
controlled delirium.
A maze being built,
the unsettling silt,feeling the hilt.
curious exploration and the confirmation,
the taste left a lasting satisfaction

Swallowed

A sunset seen through a reflection on a glass pane,
in the jam, an ambulance siren wails in vain.
A bus full of cubicle dwellers,
behind bars are the illusion dealers.
They painted the walls white inside,
but peace has drowned in boredom's tide.
Faces on billboards flash happy smiles,
but drooping heads is what i see for miles.
Forty percent off on adidas trainers,
one more master ready to chain us.
I cant take it anymore,
they have swallowed the key to my door.....

City healing..

As a day dreams, silence screams..
Choking on smoke,tobacco to toke..
rushing to reach, trusting the breach..
planet paranoia,Do i know ya?


Its the product launch,support me staunch,
Cures to calm,The chaos balm..
Insanity-my cloak holy,God in Allen Solly..


The mail van on the way, on a lazy sunny day..
letters of woe,head to toe.
But do read the letter, sometimes worse is better..
Letting go of past tense, when it stopped making sense..



I am the prolific poet, what i see is what i go at..
Blindness is a cure,but my blindness is impure......

Peace:Poems decay,flowers wither,peace takes over.
Is this the prize i waited for?

Sunday morning reflections

The morning is slow, heady...
whiskey in a smoke filled, dimlit room.
sunken people,drowning in the afterglow..
its a passing scene.
passing back and forth..
laughter floating in the shadows,
glowing in a smooth flash.
music is a liquid,filling up space..
holding up the frame,forming the core.
There is a stagnation around here.
there is a fear to be happy..
and it goes with the song.
beautiful garbage!
but when euphoria shows itself..believe the ride.
its only real , when you feel.

Grand design?

Its a wreck and i have a suspect,
Its the design i doubt, i fear its clout,
Everything built crumbles,
Everything great fumbles,
And the reason to this misery?
I have a scapegoat, destiny..
A bug hypnotised by the light trap,
happiness is just a communication gap..
Got to live through it, like they say...
looking out for the peeping sun on a cloudy day

Summer night :Onset

A bat flying agaisnt the pale night sky,
contours splitting a serene blue..
A drumming frenzy feeding an uneasy breeze,
floating notes sounding off peeling walls.