Penetrating
multiple layers
of darkness
passing through
many shades of
darkness
the journey never
ends

At the far end
of a wormhole
rifled through
dense layers
of cloud
many billion light
years away, perhaps
is a dot
a tiny white dot

My home?
My birthplace?
Who knows?
but it does however
seem alluring

It does seem to be
the balm
I need
for my
bruised soul

Connect with the rhythm of nature,
in its moods we discover
shades of life
in all their true colors
resembling mine and thine

those who post others snaps
and try to get away
can be charged
for impersonation
by the way

so stay away
don't show your face
be flowery as I am
the best I can show of
what I am
a PERFUMED
flower
a thing of joy
FRAGRANCE
for all living and dead
gal or guy
to enjoy

all ahoy
only request I ever make
of ALL thee
read my poetry
once for all!
then say
after all!

visage princesses, promies or proxies
no.............................. Abel's BLOOD carbon offsetting
yes him, Abel, the scared angel of death
this day Cains petition bromance bargainous
delivering dreamed love among miniature
mercy and the unquantifiable fools lion den
when the sun shines , and the rains fall,
a lion is giving birth, big media to
precious embodiment of wisdom
delight and the epitome universe matchy-matchy
generation maker hypermilling
but Cain must hide for the rest days turducken

you have murderous tendencies do you

you killed a fly where as you could have shared ...
she could have been served...
on the news paper
with which you killed her

sections one to five
will be held against you ...
where ever are you...
only one call is due to you.....

call your legal advisor....

if all humans kill flies
then how will we all fly ...
no lies
flies have big eyes...
they can be used as spies ..

friends take care
when you kill a fly ...

I spied
a little fly
buzzing away noisily,
irritating me
as it flew
around my honeydew,
waiting to share my food,
trying to claim its loot

A moment later,
it doesn't matter
for its life ended
just like I intended
when I folded the newspaper
to be its killer.

the tender heart

please, don't see me
the way I am today
my heart hasn't changed
my soul is the same
and the little boy of five
is still alive inside
somewhere

subdued by thoughts
amid trying
to force an ocean
through a straw
releasing only
seemingly reiterations
while hammering
for something
desperately trying
to escape
awake during
vespertine mornings
cocooning to something
vague and me
waiting to
reveal itself
and build room
for duo transformations
terrifying
but real and lovely
and loving
frustration of simplicity
inside a
complex discordance

SCREAM

sigh

Beneath the October stars
We layed uncomfortably in a tent
Attention inevitably poured
Through the translucent screen door

Frosted with spider webs
Half opened broken zipper door
Were the stars aglow?
I knew then, I'd never know

These twinkling anythings'
Lighting, stunning, cunning things
Hold my concentration
Confused, I bit my tongue

Cats eyes
Balcony lights
Be you stars, be you not
Confess your sins
You no longer protest or fight
What stirs beyond the light

A cup of tea

keep hot water ready
as global warming here keeps pace
they will pack my brand of tea
you may share in space
but it's too vast a place

in the universe
no venturing God
can keep trace

let's thus on earth embrace
ere our footfalls don't keep pace

we may land in sheer disgrace
at eternities hollow empty trace
if we can't without seeing here
each other trace
we may be considered as two poets
far out of place
trying to futilely embrace