Value

In here

there are

doors,

and more to 

choose from.

To stay

roomed

in

choices of

uncertain 

voice.

Who within

is one?

A decision now

became every 

curtain,

to unwind.

Lived in.

Greener 

pastures by

riverside.

Streams of silver 

light in glitter.

With every sill

one found

dice and eyes.

See gently through 

the window. 

You will find

today

money always 

wins.

---

Sigh

A feeling so empty,

I leave feeling

the same.

Returning empty, I stay

this way in my room.

Sitting there, staring at

walls, air, and

this feeling is

empty.

It’s been this way

for

years.

---

Violent man

Let down rage.

Years of toil, trouble,

worry and loathing at

self-decisions.

Who am I today when

I know my mistakes,

repent and reject them

as past experience?

A cauldron for self-destruction.

Sorry, again.

How many more must 

feel the hurled emotion

for unsuspecting warmth?

Waving fists, fired for faces,

it’s not fair to anyone.

---

World

Broken homes and new ones.

Zoned in where souls were lost.

But then

not far away a star is born.

Growing bigger every night.

Till she gave up,

while I kept spinning.

A dark hue,

enough to trust

in a collective

inhabiting her space.

A wrinkle in time,

sage lines, greyed, fell back.

But I must because 

we all live in it.

Till tense ways of existence

insists on itself. Has

for so long I

don’t remember the first time

she did 

cry,

thy beloved.

---

Shelter above my head

Borrowed words,

black boxes and 

vacation T-shirts.

Bollywood and 

hip hop,

kicks,

flicks and rings.

What to do with this

mix?

Fix it?

Quick-fix bits

and fit-king roots,

crowns,

coins

and portraits.

A stature in nature.

A statue of strings.

Zero to go

with myths

and a white house 

on the screen.

Past in future.

Future in furniture?

The gift of presence,

sense,

choice and

food to eat,

shelter

above my

head.