Turquoise Tempest

Under a frangipani sky
He brings Moonflowers for her..she walks the burning horizon..a shared destiny..burnt umber wraps their skin in velveteen secrets.
Ancient yearnings flame like wild flowers to reveal rapture of honest happiness.
His lips sparkle like Painite...sun on rippling ocean waves- the Larimar in her eyes.
 A scented zephyr grazes the small of her back..wrapping the vintage of his gaze...like a blossom that quivers...
His fingers curve her waist..they dance to songs of Calatheas..
Breaths torch into whispered kisses....a plumeria melody in their souls.teasings of honeyed reasoning simmer
They become the rendezvous of fluid lines touching...becoming the poetry on ocean sands...tempest of tide carrying them into the turquoise .....sparkling
Two ions whirling headlong into space
Syllabic constellations exploding....
A cupid's puzzle.

The Bear

Once there lived a Bear who could not bear
The fact that he could not bare
He was all meaty and hairy
And loved to be in children’s bedtime story
Like in all fairy stories dreamed of meeting a princess fair.

Shit happens…..mostly and nothing is gonna change

Politics is the power game
With its signature:  racism and discrimination
Bigotry among the gentry
Democracy's feudalistic abomination
There will be rape
And all the bloody red tape
There will be laws 
With all its flaws
Chauvinism
Masochistic
Pessimism
Justice is blindfolded and blind  ; is that there is no justice alive...blind, deaf, dumb...a voice in the void 
Like a cock and a  bull writing a cock and bull story where the cock chickens out and the bull is gored by a matador who hit him in the bull's eye..
Hunter on a wild goose chase,
Chase ends within ten shakes of a duck's tale..whilst the goose is having a wink which turns into forty winks
Like Alice wandering into a rabbit hole looking for carrots..
That nothing is foolproof but everything is
There will always be my god said this, no...my god said it..that is said and people become schmucks..between your god and my god shit happens
And so wars could never be over 
Wars make big money
Viruses make bigger..


#slam #beat