i just want a taste of a soul
instead of skin plagued
promises
turn back to lexa
she's a pro
at sifting through
sticks and stones
and the times that
broke my bones
their brittleness is
my strength
my frailty is
His power
what kind of ties
would be tangled
around my limbs
and my lips
rocks thrown
at my flesh
and my emptiness
without His forgiveness
and never ending
Bless-
sings amidst
sin and
purity
carefully

Terrified moments are frozen in time
another Black Friday inks history
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes

Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love,
Mothers wailed as Fathers filled
with anger petrifying their hearts.

Now knowing a magnitude of loss, grief,
The Country of Love weeps for what was,
steadfast, noble yet still abrim with hope
candles and flowers stop missiles of hate

These are my eyes
forever in eternal search
of more beautiful ones
as I research...

they look straight
into your eyes
and
if you are telling lies
they will pierce
till blood comes in your eyes
and
you uncover your false disguise

These alone are my eyes
there should be no surprise
early morning the sun does rise
just to see my lovely eyes

any doubts
come over to me
to see
how your eyes
equally smile
at me...

The whole world is a lunatic asylum,
All human beings are insane;
I know this world is not mine,
Neither am I fallen.

I bathe in the sea of silence,
I surf on the murmuring waves;
I enjoy the jingling pebbles,
I sunbathe on the shining shore.

I listen to the twitter of loneliness,
I keep gazing at the fallen feathers;
I write lines of melancholy,
I enjoy all heavenly fruits.

My solitude is my heaven,
This world is not mine, neither am I fallen.

Quite a quiet
Romantic poet
loves and adores
beauty
for he
alone knows
what’s it

to be in love with a million
Hopefully!
someone will fall
in my cup

my eyes will see
a butter cup
a fly
a bee
and
a butterfly kissing flowers at me

lovely must she be
to fly about me

I shall throw away
my heart
with glee
if she comes
flying to me

black velvet carapace
newest jewel slipped
in a sleight palm
dexterous and
moving
your love words
soothing

bright ember
a stirred eye
a moon
shivers in stars
trance trax
the new groove
wrapped bout
the wounded skin
your taste upon
the dusts of sin
arm lain
bodies playing
the past slain
falling card house
temples

Sometimes I wish I could see your face
and hold you in my arms once more
but when I see how much joy you bring how
could a mother ask for more.

Your bright brown eyes and your little smile
that warmed my heart before and now
are now in the arms of a loving family who
will never let you down.

I loved you with all my heart
and I will always till my dying day
cause you were once my little one
and my little one you'll always stay

I am no silent reader,
for I can hear no sound

In the cold dispassionate voyage
where lips are stilled and words abound

That are ground down to a grist
for one that mills about the page

Waiting for music to somehow rise
when it’s otherwise engaged

Unmelodious and misbegotten
in the silent scanning mind

Realize then, what you’ve forgotten
how you were told, to erase the lines

Now, hear the music in all that’s spoken
not barked on barren, broken ground

A single step
echoes in the stillness
My feet seer on the Brimstone
Flakes of yellow shattered around it
Eyes locked on a figure in the distance
Familiar...
strange

Waking dreams.
Shadows of thought.
What else lays unseen in the Dark?
Faded ghosts linger between the eye and the mind
Real or illusion?

I draw breath
cold, desolate
A World no more than a memory
Whispers all around me
Time, dead
A moment eternal

the sun is risen again
like how alexandrus set Venus his altar
and fatling illumined for Menelaus , Minerva

... and Saturn's eldest daughter, spake of Mycenae
for ferns over the hills of a Shepherds palms
over summits in the wasted wake of mariners
in requite hetacombs of a winged archers frond
that salt the throng tassels of the circled sky
before the sleeping whisks of the waxing knight
as nectar in the cup of some great immortals
meteor and pyres of the grounded ox horn