TIME-FLEECE

Images wipe down
like desert sand
As colours storm
Back-facing the canvas

The desire choose
To live
By its own gainsay
Life back-facing death

I strain my body
To shift consciousness
May be He can tear my time-fleece
Shearing all my skin

ALONE

How must I measure
An angle of thy love;
All degrees, slant
At the base of thy feet

As I pull up
Stretching my head;
All my wishes trails
Behind thy halo face

I have ever tried
And tried my thoughts
With an innocent desire
To dance thy dream

All values in morality
Pride in false realism;
Keeping me to follow alone
The path, that Is.

Must I follow an end
To creek happiness
With my last wish
Streaming down my cheeks

How must I measure
An angle of thy love.
All vanity, strike
Lightning with madness, alone!

My silent faith

While you beat the drum
with dumbbell sticks

My silent faith
Brew another religion

COCA COLA SMILE

How curvy
Thy Coca Cola smile
Frothing mouth to mouth

A wordless manoeuvre
To gulp;
The colour of my heart

To self
The potion strip;
A medicinal bump

A pie
I earned;
Ploughing seasoned broth

LAMBORGHINI!

The pretense in ‘time’
Prime on waste.
Those who boast their Lamborghini
With air and sport
Are callous of style and elegance
Proving their empire's demise

One slurp of deadly spell
Will engulf your sum
The glitter and the gleam;
And flash a deserted look
With whimper and whine
Homing waltz of weeds

The scarcity groped
Cloying forgotten looks.
No raging bulls, now
Race the car,
Nor Lamborghini
Flare its nostril

David Thane Cornell

Life is full of scrapes and nicks, But you're so polished at 46. Keep shining!

~ David Thane Cornell

BEYOND THE CRACK

Glass is on a table.
The glass, is on the table.

Premise is judgemental
Where the proposition ends.

Burden of thoughts, does;
Cracking the glass

Inertia stays transparent, at ease;
Where the words changes in a lie.

Silence does;
It does beyond the crack!