Logic and Gardening

Flowerbeds and lawn betwix
Do they not think?
Body corporate, the fools
We have not a gardener, but a tool
No edging, no fix

Proust and Me

I see, I see
New eyes:
It's me.

My gaze, my face
Anew:
Be free.

To blink, to dream
Awake with these,
New lands, new sight-

Proust and Me.

Reckless Hearts

A Heart of 81 beats
Open without surgical method
Then let the life run out.
Her given
Forgiven?
There once were so many sonnets
So many colours, artistic palettes.
Perfect but not enough
As the puzzle missing a piece,
And the war ensues around them.

Reckless wonder,
Wander free
A Heart is with you
Love always....

Moderate this!

Dear Ms Beach Girl,
From the east side valley
Your super moderator ego
Shines for all the world to see

Is this really your life
To moderate a forum?
Pray, tell, for I wonder
What's your qualification?

Sifting through the posts
Judgment calls, two and three
Here is a word from someone-
Ahh -You come to moderate me!

Apparently I am a spammer
Though I see the truth of spam
Advertising dodgy links
This is not who I am

For a girl in need I've written
A reply quite extensive
Well-researched address
Of kindness at it's best

Steps on how to plan
A diet that will help her situation
Added links to recipe sites
Of professional associations

Let me get this straight---
Dear Valley beachy bi-atch
That I'm offensive and wrong
For adding a recipe site to match?

Was my long and thoughtful post
Simply too structured for a forum
Or maybe my articulated English
And argument was to you, quite boring?

Don't give me a cut and paste
From the timeless forum rules
In fact I have read these
And can play my linguistic clues

Alas the moderator wank
Power is where they wish it to be
In their hands, their decision
To incriminate me!

I wrote a complaint
Then soon found out
Complaints call for instant banning
My profile is dead- the end of my account

Reminds me a little
Of 1984
Also of dictatorships
History shows us more

Blinded authority may feel they have strength and that they win.....
But it is the rebels with a heart that take them down and sing.
Fuck you Mods.

Where the fires still burn, the houses still fall

Twelve.
Handsome is more than you will ever begin to attain.
A man with no debt is inviting
No financial future is not
A man who has freedom is inviting
Cheating on your beloved is not
A man with life experience is inviting
War-glorification and anger issues is not
A man who is strong and assertive is inviting
Manipulative and abusive is not
A man with a sense of purpose is inviting
Deathbed focused, controlling nastiness is not

Let the flames burn

A man sharing dreams and wanting a future is inviting
Immoral and disturbing desire is not
A man who shows affection is inviting
Only giving his intimacy and love to others is not
A man with intelligence is inviting
Acquiring knowledge through fraud and bribery is not
A man who has learned from the past is inviting
Disregarding self and blaming others is not
A man who loves is inviting
One who pretends is not

Let the houses fall

Charred remains
Not by my hand
But yet I wish I could

Water rushes over me, but the houses still burn.

Inner Wisdom Gladly Speaks On Relationships

Nowhere but within
To make a strong relation
Seek the Love of Self

#$%*

Oh my bleeping god, here we are again!
As if you are such a perfect guy and fall into dreamy interludes
I wish to launch you into the outer hemisphere
To burn off your ever potent bleepy self-belief.
That you do not get it makes you more unappealing than bleeping before,
And yet niceties I try!

And then to the other- you over there
Such a stupid bleep of the ages
Self professed egotistical bleepage falls over your unfulfilled life.
Arrogance is not becoming, and your bleeping love of sinister ways
Equally not attractive.
Should I be considered bleak and dull,
So bleep you and your bleeping bleeped-up perspective.

Should this be a bleeping poem
I guess I need a rhyme
A bleeping stanza
Or two or three
Perhaps not.