Alive

Alive

Check this song out please!

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This could be
The greatest day.
Meeting friends, soon to be
Neighbour
Return the gesture
Return to the crow
Ending.

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On a crass desert highway,
Gotta laugh at the byways,
Make a grey day saunter sad,
On briny hill, lead on, we brag.

Beatnik Basement

Jimmy's in the makeshift,
time shift, hip flask, crime test,
Semi brazen ship mast,
Cane fried zip task,
Lip service, jump past,
Last post on the early fast,
Nasty plastered sand castle,
Haphazard, cast shuddered,
Leather rendered quick blast,
Never, ever treat steam,
Least likely lime light.

Pass the Passenger

In case of border landscape,
We need complete control,
Passenger B, where did you go?

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An earlier poem - born out of free writing.

In subatomic dreams I walk,
I dredge the inner sanctum of the sky
For all the dreams and God given blessings.
For fortnights waiting, caves no pain.
No fear of daylight future.
For me, not even the clouds can be seen in a different way,
No elephants, or puffed up trains in my view.
My wisdom is clouded with mushroom plumes,
As they strike out in the distance, between
Aquamarine and turquoise.
I keep on walking, the sun beating down
Through my vision,
Down to the earth, by nature mine,
No killer, time, no vessel, wine,
A vaudeville screening Over the Rainbow,
Reaching my eye level in horrific jollity.
We make merry by the old carousel.

King of Ages

The penultimate poem in the King of Ages series:

The famous archer extends his bow,
The shaft glints in the half light.
Through the thicket he can see his quarry.
All is quiet - even the reeds and bushes
Seem to silence, for the archer and his bow.

His quarry stones, a standing stone of fleshy
Beast, tense as thunder.
His bow shines again, from more sunlight
Passing through the trees,
And the quarry sees it, through the thicket,
A spark, as eye meets eye,
And the archers mind, for a second,
Admits failure.

Seconds seem to last an age,
As the beast looks still, but then seems to look beyond the archer,
And he knows he is undiscovered.
The arrow sings through its thunderous route, in no time.
And the beast bolts
Bleeding.