Your creation of pain
and
finding a relief,
no,
not in medicine
but emotional poetry
since ages
is complimentary....

as

death is just an inevitable phase
but when will it come?
its like going about a maze!

as some here have been these few years
but your poetry,
to eyes brings tears

Poet we join you in your
medically deteriorating condition
but adore you in your poetic rendition
which needless to say is exceptional

Hope Greater poets are listening!

Here at the end of all things
humbled in the gods sight,
morning creeps over Azimuth
eternities of black vanish

A Dreamweavers heart,
muniments a galaxy of memory

Looking back knowing,
glories of stars
are now bereft
of times eternal gaze

Wondering hands stretched,
defeated fingertips weep

Like a Mockingjay in the rain
mimicking storms of torture,
moans reverberate empty rooms
whispering lips weary of prayer

Stillness falls on the mouth of hope,
peace rests gently on the tongue

Momentary bliss
of grace and humility
sparkled in dew drop

no mortal expectation
benevolent expression

frozen slivers pierce your mind
a void appears, suspended time

reality can truly bend and twist

silence drops, a great abyss
as somewhere, far away, there slams a door
for he who was and breathed, now is no more

potential pathways forever sealed
and what remains are fragments left by dreams

in this, the place of hard knock revelation
where sudden loss will tattoo lasting scars
know grief's a journey, not a destination
and mountains, sometime, roll on into stars.
.

arrow shirt
the dungeon boiler sun
through slatted shadows
haunt
runs ruinous angles
The chevron pack of
filtered butts
tucked tidy

original

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollowed cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.

Confession

Blood is falling once again
as tears of sacrificial rain
to heal the souls of those insane
and sing them into sleep

narrow is the path they walk
few can comprehend their talk
fewer still are those who mock
the covenants they keep

spouse to dinner in a moonlight
earths playground in the sky
lonely planets of wind, and fire oasis
in slow waves stroboscope , sorcerers sorbet
a polished steward stillborn and quadriplegic
clamorous for earths harmony, stiffnecked
for procreation, slavish that a dog reprimand rigor

The original

before my face is frozen
in this mask and removed
by orphaned hands,
i wish to know love
again,
oh, strangled voice
of infinity,
cast me not
into soulless body,
break me not
into rain and fire.