From the front door
of Hotel Roma Sacre-Coeur
Category: Art
On This Day …
Lovers ~ Before and After
Isis of Crisis
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
The Queen Supreme
of my Karma Crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
There patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Empathogenesis
Bursting out
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion.
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the firery breath
of a vengeful dragon.
Smoke swirling around
angry flames of hot venom.
Shattered glass descending
like vicious rain
over everything broken.
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction.
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question …
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
The King of Hearts
Upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through the blur of humanity
with a cry to the sky high …
“What are you hiding from me?”
From the Tate
On the banks of the Thames,
beyond the doors of the Tate,
seen through the haze
of a London heatwave,
the Post-Modernist of Fate
painting it all black.
Trying hard to forget
the brushstrokes of regret.
The Broken Hallelujah
For the Loving
the Loathing
and the target
who never stops moving
For all the hurt who fell
chasing their own tail
through a reflection glistening
Four sheets to the wind
and under the full sail
of a fevered imagination
