To live is to know
words, colours and incidents.
Sometimes words shrivel,
like tsammas cut off in the desert and abandoned,
...
I Wanted To Be A Hard Rock Dude
From beyond the vacant spot
of burnt umber shadows,
the old man through yellow ochre and metal teeth
...
Stress
In the still of the night
One turns into a rubber band
Utterly streched,
...
The Burning Belt Frank Wright
Was it loneliness
Or was it fear:
That aching pressure
...
Immortality?
A star is beautiful and bright, from afar -
So beautiful is he
...
Artwork Of Conflict At Lonmin Mine
To live is to know
words, colours and incidents.
Sometimes words shrivel,
like tsammas cut off in the desert and abandoned,
things then happen in colours.
Its then that the steaming red blood
flows forth from white and ochre cliffs of wonder
down, down, down past the green
growth of thorn-trees left,
up to fourteen blood stained
boots neatly packed into a triangle,
big and healthy down to the
frightened shadow, tiny like a mouse
burnt into the white zinc little house
on the right.
At the back, the purple heavens -
for ages already bleeding.
Behind the seven shooters -
blue-grey
maybe not the life promises of water -
but new life and hope could be possible.
The sharp point of the triangle
points to the little unknown house,
resembling maybe a latrine
as the destiny of screaching and protesting feet:
dehumanisation is a modern amusement,
just like on television. In high definition.
I. Loved. His. Poem. Being. Thankfull. Being. Alive. On thanksgiving DAY IN. A. FOX HOLE. World war 1943 1944 four Adam of America and foreign soil I visualize my daily story to me I'm fighting in France in 1914 for America just save for the world world war one Flanders field FRANCE.