To Beat The System

At his first earthly day he cried 
as his essence apprised him
to overcome ground zero 

At four he gained independence 
skipping a kindergarten class
playing forever in his mind

At seven he mastered death
the tumors and the barrier
of talking with the fallen

At fourteen he'd skilled himself
the use of the rifle and knife
still at seventeen a mage

At adolescent age he navigated
through classes and fights
between girls and drinks

At early student life he survived
college halls and breakdowns
prevailing synchronization

At the crucial quarter of his life
she made a clear entrance
so well worth the wait

At seven and twenty he learned to
beat savvy intelligence tests
and cunning recruiters

At forty nine he had enough of
career charades and riches
knew freedom was key

At fifty nine he ate just fruits 
and vegetables and nuts
ditto cheeses and tofu

At sixty nine he rowed and ran
and rapidly lifted weights
whilst staying in shape

At seventy seven he escaped
civilization's last shackles 
when he joined Enoch

At eighty eight he took off
riding Elijah's chariot
never more radiant

At that last earthly night coming
his cariage landed in her yard
and there she entrained

Taal's Heave.

With Taal's eruption,
there escaped more
than just the ashes.

Its gates've opened,
spewed out sheol's
finest, hell's furies. 

A belch far beyond
the isles, no haven
not there, not here.

Of Her. A Haiku.

As light as her tread

As silvery as her laugh

My memories are

A Tale Of Future History, christmas child

There is this child speaking
In her mind and in her heart
He guides her path home

She remembers well his birth
From afar she saluted full of love
And awe for our teacher

Then too she was him
But still immaterial, not yet deemed mature
Against the corrupting worldly forces 

The hallowed one preceded her
A sacred beacon, without doubt, without fear
He too stumbled over men 

Now she will give fruit
To the tree he once made barren
He promised to do right

Her family shall remain small
To protect the mother they live off
And species in greater need

The Christmas child of once
Foresaw the trespasses of our ravenous kind
Justly he pardoned but few

Yet those blessed he shields
As his future twin sister has learned
Favoured she leads the tribes

A Bless For A Few (haiku)

Loving and thoughtful

For You Who Truely Deserve

A Poetic Year