I could paint my pages blue,
with pretty banners flowing through

on sparkly stars like sprinkled dust
and i could do that if i must.

Or I could throw a big soiree for
all the world to visit me.

But none of this on Solstice Day,
for flowers have the right-of-way.(c)Lokutus Prime

We are the invisible tribe.
We build our civilization with pride.
We never run. We never hide.
We build and build and when we're done
we all sit down and have some fun.

Welcome to our feast today,
we wont disappear while you stay,
but when our tribe grows even more
we will be invisible as before
until we find another place
to build more huts and show our face

Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Artwork (c) Leazz

suzy sparkle
went out one day
and saw the world
had turned all grey.this isn't good,
she said, it's bad
and now the world
looks dull and sad.



out of her purse
she took a box
a tiny thing
that had no locks.suzy lifted up the lid,
and something bright
that had been hid
fluttered and flew,
then quickly grew





into colors
bright and new


they dazzled out
of suzy's box,
the tiny thing
that had no locks.





they sparked
and splashed
in a huge flow






of brightest bright
in multi glow,

















and all the world
was filled once more
with beautiful things
from sky to floor.



poem (c)Lokutus Prime
joint Illustrations (c) Léazz (c) Lokutus Prime

I DREAMED AMONG
THE MIDNIGHT TREES
IN THE FOREST OF UNEASE.

IT WAS A DARK
AND LONELY PLACE,
NO MOON NO SHADOWS
ON MY FACE,
NOTHING BUT SILENT
GLOWING TREES
WITH GREEN LAMPED GRASS
BELOW THEIR KNEES.

I LOOKED FOR STARLIGHT.
THERE WAS NONE.
THE DEEP DEPTHS WHISPERED
'YOU HAVE COME
TO DWELL IN SADNESS
WITH US HERE,
IN BLEAKEST SORROW
AND VALE OF TEAR'

MY LEGS OBEYED
THE SYREN VOICE.
MY BREATHING SLOWED
WITHOUT A CHOICE,
AS I SLUMPED DOWN
BENEATH THE LOAD
UPON THE PATH
OF THIS DARK ROAD.

THE LONELY FOREST
LAID ITS CLAIM
UPON MY SOUL
UPON MY NAME
UPON MY SENSES
AND MY ALL.
IT BECKONED ME
WITHIN ITS THRALL.

THE LONELY FOREST
HELD ME FAST
IN DREAM THAT
NEVER LOOSENED GRASP.


I WOULD HAVE FALLEN
WOULD HAVE LAID
FOREVER IN THAT
SPECTER GLADE.
YET ALWAYS IS THERE
IN MY SOUL
THE LAMP OF HOPE
THAT MAKES ME WHOLE.

I REACHED FOR IT
WITH TREMBLING MIGHT
TO SAVE ME FROM
THE FOREST SIGHT.
HOPE BLAZED A WAY
THROUGH SADNESS HERE
OUT OF THE PLACE
THAT HELD MY FEAR

I KEEP MY HOPE,
AND COME WHAT MAY,
THROUGH EACH MOMENT,
THROUGH EACH DAY,
A GREATER POWER
STILL GUARDS MY WAY.



poem (c)Lokutus Prime
Illustrations (c) Léazz

It is a garden of delight,
and all its colors did invite
as I went in to stop and look
at wonders from a fabled nook.

It is a garden of deep peace
and I sat down for mind's release
among the vibrant flowers where
my heart and mind can rest and share.

It is a garden of divine,
filled with love all there to find
under the shaded emerald trees
and I lay down, my heart at ease

as if I am in majicked hour
sitting beneath a perfumed bow'r.
This garden set in a blossomed sea
draws me in and welcomes me.

It is a garden and its name
wind whispers in a timeless frame,
calls out to me when I am there,
among the beauty everywhere,

This garden has been made for those
whose hearts are held in love's repose
and I was there and felt its power
among the treasures at that hour.

It is a garden of delight,
and all its colors did invite
as I went in to stop and look
at wonders from a fabled nook.

It is a garden of deep peace
and I sit down for mind's release
among the vibrant flowers where
my heart and mind can rest and share.





poem (c)Lokutus Prime
Illustrations (c) Léazz

Gary Gecko loves to sit
On walls in halls
And he can fit
His twisty form
In any place
Where sunlight shines
Upon his face

His colors glow
From tail to head
And Gary Gecko's
Friends all said

'We sit with him
Because it's true
His colors are
The brightest hue

And when he's
Stretched out
In the sun
He grins and murmurs
"This is fun!"'

His friends think Gary
Is so Kool
And always stay
Close to his wall.

Sometimes he'll do
A jumping prance
And this is
Gary's 'Gecko Dance',
To show that he
Can really prove
He's Gecko King
and in the groove.

Gary Gecko loves to sit
On walls in halls
And he can fit
His twisty form
In any place
Where sunlight shines
Upon his face.





poem (c)Lokutus Prime
Illustrations (c) Léazz

By the banks of the river
A clan of Green Frogs
Would gather each morning
And sit on some logs.
The mark down their backs
Was a source of much pride
And the Frogs all proclaimed
"We have nothing to hide!

We are croakers supreme,
The bestest by far,
And we cannot be beat
On the banks of Hoohar."

But the Frogs weren't alone
For a clan of Blue Toads
With a mark down their backs
Hopped in from the roads.

They sat on some rocks
Where they sang in disdain
"We are Masters of Song
And our Blue Toad Refrain

Is proof that Green Croakers
Must stay down a drain
And never be heard
By the wind or the rain!"

The Frogs were affronted,
They hopped in a scene
Of Frogs in Frog frenzy
And said, looking mean,

"We Frogs won't admit
To the world or each other
That Toads are our equals,
No sister or brother.

We're Champion Croakers
And we'll make a fuss
To ensure you Blue things
Are put on a bus!"

But the Toads all sang out
"You Frogs are not Blue,
And you cannot sing
Like we Toads - so Boohoo!"

The Frogs were in panic
could this really be so?
Were they less than the Toads?
Then a voice said "No No!

We Greens ARE the tops!
In croaking and hops!
And we'll NEVER bow down
To these Blue Singing Slops!"

The Frogs started croaking
In singles and groups
Hopping in cartwheels
Cavorting in hoops.

They used their sopranos
To make higher notes
Then let rip with profundos
From deep Froggy froates

Til the noise was so noisome
It shook all the trees
And sent shocks and shivers
That made all the fleas

In the den of a badger
Jump up and say "Please,
We know you are Green
And you are all Frogs

But must you make noise
On the top of those logs?
It unnerves our nerves
And confuses our ears
So we want you to stop,
For the next hundred years!"

But the Frogs were excited,
Determined to show
That they, NOT the Toads
Were the 'Champs On The Row'

The sounds from both sides
Upset all the fish
They swam to the surface
And whispered "We wish

You would shut up
We wish you would stop
This unfriendly fracas
It's over the top!"

But neither the Greens
Nor the Blues ever heard
They glared and they stared
And behaved like a herd

Of things without sense
That had no mind at all,
Til an Owl's kindly voice
Rang out "This is all

A thing to be settled
By knowing that you
Have much more in common
Than you think you do."

The words worked a magic
It stopped all the fuss,
The Frogs croaked quietly
"These Blues are like us!"

The Toads all agreed
"We share with the Greens
the same sort of things,
In various scenes.

It's only a matter
of realizing that we
Are all really the same
And must share what we be"

The Owl said no more,
For the Toads and Frogs
Were now sitting together
as Friends on the logs.


Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Illustrations (c) Léazz