Solitude

interest's indifference insisted it isolate the interference.

defect's decided demeanor didn't discern deformed dancing.

solitude's social secret synergy synthesized sympathetic situations.

fragile's frames fracture frequently far into fevered fervour of false freedom.

intent's intensity instigated isolation of instant interference.

dancing's day deducted and defragmented defects decisions.

sympathy's soft spot shows synthetic solitudes sociable shortcomings.

freedom's frame falls fervently flush with fragile's frequently far fervoured fever.

Everything in its right place....

Humidité (in haiku series)

j'explore dans les gouttes

comment la peau absorbe la

pluie, comme elle a soif

toul' monde tout nu

mais uniquement séparé,

même individu

uniforme humide

mes bras sont pas capable

je me coule debout

The Return of Sathington Willoughby

Fellow colleagues distinguished members of the press, ladies and gentlemen;

I would like to take this opportunityy to personally and humbly thank each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event.

It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds to successfully convey the essence of our platform to you, a grand and noble audience.

As I look out among the faces, I reflect, finding console in the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who said; 'We have nothing to fear but fear itself'.

Paranoia is a disease unto itself, and may I add, the person standing next to you, may not be who they appear to be, so take precaution.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, this is true. Many a young person has fallen prey to the substances that alter the perspective of any right thinking individual.

The problem with the youth today is because of their inexperience with the world, they cannot attempt to grasp the ideals set forth by myself and those who preceded me.

But, as history has shown, they will come around and embrace our philosophies and become model citizens in their own right.

God bless this great nation...

Blue (sonnet 02)

peace has all it needs to breathe into me
all the things i am can be unwilling.
my gests unleash the god in all of me
until my forehead opens everything.
cry slow and do so, in so/so slow-mo.
you're so far along and you sigh so much
sitting beside the fire in low light
waiting for so long for someones human touch.
i unwrap myself unstart to glow
blueness wraps me back up into my mud.
cool and soft and quick and understanding
sinking softly and quickly in my mud.
turn back nothing with no regrets at all.
thinking about nothing makes it all fall.

bulletproof beats (in haiku series)

nothing penetrates
all madness in their phat beats
such perfect timing

The Antibalas
who is this america
they speak of today?

move what you have got
getting everything equal
spiritual move