Does a Ku need a rhyme To make sense in time Or simply an expression To free itself From Its own obsession No rhyme can contain Nor edit maintain Only pouring out Digressing, digesting Expressing All that is The COW Ku All ways for you

Lover’s love Hater’s hate Giver’s give Taker’s take Which am I Is there reason to the why Now, then Or still around the bend I am each stuck in time But the future That Is always mine

Hardened synapses Carrying thoughts Like prisoners on cattle cars To the death chamber Only to be reprieved Regenerated, renewed Then, Funneled back into the synapses To repeat the death cycle Without death This must be hell

If I could find A rhyme for time What would coincide Money, freedom, short, long All pertinent, few relevant In the end Time is a fleeting friend But then How long is eternity

Procrastinate Reiterate Repeat and Deplete Wait to be late Four times around the circle Lost and dizzy Going nowhere …. Slowly Break the pain Wreck the train Lose the same Find the sane

Bursting, blazing Metaphysical Manifestations Beyond physical Representation Seeking paths to reality Stuck in the muck Of banality

Deceive, Intrigue Subterfuge, confuse Alternate truth Reality, fantasy Intelligently artificial Artificially intelligent Man created Insatiated, Infuriated emasculated

Wisdom or truth Right or wrong What is my life song Bound in flame I found the beast to tame Battle ensued Beast subdued Confusion imbued The beast had my name

End of Days Parting ways Dead, done, passed Passed not past Memory lives Until it dies

What is Live Just don’t die There is no reason Why Just live Still no Why Self, spark, flourish, nourish Become The why

Lost in thought misty vapor of Disconnected synapse Clarity mined defined Caught in Suspended time

I told a secret To a confidant Who whispered a snip To an acquaintance That was dissected over sushi With a chef Who didn’t really know me But passed the data to The next

Freedom rings With pride Joy, blood, deception Delusion Filthy, glorious To Die For

The depths of the inner self Deeper than the heights of heaven Darker than the pits of hell Clearer than fine crystal Come hither for yon you shall dither Until hither is where you stand