I shall go quietly
albeit with my chains -
released into the ethers
without pleasure, without pain

Dissociative dimness,
numbs the mind.
Indifference is Nature's way
of release, from the unkind.

No love for love
given freely over time.
No pity for this fool
who's passion proved the only crime.

14 April 13

While idly speculating why
I gave a little sigh
the chances to descry
are slim
My mind formed a fist
gave reality a twist
(it developed an alarming list)
and sank
I sit here quite complacent
a cold beer is adjacent
an idea forming nascent
I dismiss
These words have little meaning
perhaps I am just screening
the possibility demeaning
I have nothing more to say

you are that butterfly,
I always wished to be
in the solemn solitude
of the place where now I be,

yours are the wings
upon which I'd like to fly
as far and further as a butterfly

but take care of my weight,
tis bound to be a strain

that, I can't help
but my aerofoil shall help air to flow
will help reduce my weight
of course that you know

your poetry is like music

even my deaf ears
pick up the string
as in it snows
here in spring....

soft music begins....

A COVENANT OF ONE

It was not the best
of times
but it was my time
and now the years
have flown
leaving me on my own
alone
with the ghosts
that haunt
me

I longed for more time
to lay cornerstones,
but life had started
detaching my soles

I wanted more daylight
to see a Galaxy of beauty
that rested,
within one finger of breath

I desired of many things

to walk the Ponte Vecchio
and glimmer in its wares,
casting a reflection in the Arno
that wavered to the Vasari

to shelter
beneath a Sistine vision
as Michelangelo, Raphael
Botticelli and Bernini
dart in and out
of my haunt,
smudging all in view

I missed you

I missed you Dear

For the past twenty eight hours

You are eighty kilometers away from me

You are sleeping eating there as a child but

I have lost everything here cause I missed you

I cannot forget your angle smile and

I cannot digest your absence for such a long hours

You have moved to shape your future but

This old man missed his present with you

I may dream on your future but

I am not so strong enough to meet this loneliness

Send me your smile to guide me in dark

this is the way the day unfolds
swirling crown notions
wings in a flurry
while dirty watered bootsteps
stretch north north west

deep in the harvest of fingerdepths
you turn your smooth caress
into doubts...the flat
bisquit liquid phone
silent

a crop of black stirs
on the wire
the mezzanine snowflake
tile array
dizzy in its spell wound
falling
rising like them
striking the sky with their
cries of hungry indignities

I relax with my champagne and smile,
Maggie Thatcher is dead ! - She was vile
I hope there's no other,
To play Hitler's mother.
Though the Tories are all in denial

without any sensations
Oh man
what would be that kiss,
loveless,
two shadows like ghosts will meet
and you say twill be a kiss
doesn't match my lips,

let me tell you
I love to kiss....
any miss
any sis
any mom,
and my kiss perhaps some day
you may want too...

I would kiss you as stars touch light to light
as waves share a soft drench night
as snows touch pine boughs
as night winds touch long grass
as twilight sounds touch a whisper
as you touch me.... fleetingly
as my lips touch yours in shadows