A wanderer in the world,
an alien from Sirius,
the Galaxy of Lyra, is where I’m from;

I have no marriage, no husband,
I’m alone in the earth;
I have no real friends, no close associates;
I’ve returned to a wanderer’s life,
Free to find my purpose, my mission,
Free to create my own destiny, life path;
I now walk my talk, speak my truth;

I’m a wanderer, a Lyran
I’ve explored the planet, the cosmos;
It is where I belong, off the grid.

Dream But Not Of Death
Dying and Dreaming both have a D common

Never think of dying
we all know
we all will die one day
we came with a return ticket
not only one way

So dream and enjoy
I have been dying too
since ages past
yet I am alive in front of you
as in many decades
lives parts of me

Read my Sunset Poetry
Dying is a small part
we all have come to go

Every now and then he jets off
sometimes for a mere cough
he flies for the 'interest' of the nation
this we watch in hunger on television
since inception into office
he jets abroad without notice.

The puzzling part is this
he gains nothing from his trips
despite spending tax payers money
isn't that funny?
He lashed at former Mr P
of squandering every dime and pin.

Rolling along
In my little red wagon
Leaves crunching beneath the wheels

The smell of autumn
Wraps around me
In all its splendor

A cool wind blows
Beneath my hood
As I watch the decorations appear

Pumpkins, witches and ghouls
Floating from neighbor's porches
Anticipating candied delight

Childhood memories
Such a long time ago
Brings a tear to my eye

What I wouldn't give
To be that kid
Rolling along in my little red wagon again

.
time flies

like an arrow

fruit flies

like things sweet.

smoking clogs

your arteries

and may well burn

your feet..

Death where is your license?
Who grants you that permission?
Nature, No.
But who?

Those dude’s I Know,
Shadow’s of memory,
Beneath your glutton end,
I sobbed with the moon and the sun,
I know one day you’ll burn.

Mama close the damp,
In your heart.
This festival of tears you must bind,
and let justice stretch her hands.

Death you are guilty,
like grains of sands their soul arises,
pointing fingers on you.
Even though plead guilty,
Who will be your lawyer?

Infatuation

Oh I wasn't good in physics
Always sucked at knowing lyrics
Been told to follow critics
All I wanted was some kisses
You made a lot of promises
All of them you never kept

My love melted as chocolate
You'd set time and be late
Always wonder if we on a date
It was more like waiting for fate
When you did everything I hate
Left me torn I couldn't open the gate
Mama told me to reject love

Running as rivers
Soft as gleam
Maybe liquid
Maybe steel
Yet with a noble cause
No other way
Sign of strength
Seeking for will
Might be a boubou of regrets
Might be a call for what the soul rejects
Taciturn or a screech
All that matters is what the soul rejects
Might be against humanity’s law
But please make it raw
Void of emotions or flaming as hell
It all matters if it’s going to be recoil
Or proceeding exploits.