Quietly as a veneer,
and not without much pretension,
reflections cast their varied images,
across time's widening chasm, with fleeting reference,
...
OK. Bobbi Kristina, so mummy is gone
And an ochre sky solemnly stares down at you
As a silent wind blows thru the pellucid curtains
of your mummy's house and stirs your memory.
...
The renaissance of ideals lost,
Lies buried dormant like a grain of corn,
Ready to burst forth into life,
At the genesis of spring.
...
And when,
From this earthen prison grim,
My enravished soul shall its jubilee find?
O pray my solemn pilgrim,
...
Ever wondered what happened to love,
Or whether to the far woods she had fled?
Or why, from multitudes she had hid her face,
And why so many stood in bewildered shoes?
...
Within this enveloping darkness comes trepidation
which mercilessly seeks the memory of my faith to blot out,
its perils embedded deep within its fold.But
i can still hear calling me, a voice
...
Ka Plomb! Ka Plomb! Ka Plomb!
I hear the bombs drop
I only wish they'd stop.
...
brown leaves
ribbed like human hands, stretching
across
...
I wonder from whence
Wise men get their wisdom
Or fools their folly,
A woman her beauty,
...