To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.

It was a majestic fall.
I am reading myself in dark to discover
my fire in the sands of time.

I will start a new life,
cutting one by one, all the masks to
see the stigmas of the moon, who smiles.

Do we know what time
How something
Amazing will arrive
Feeling to be brave
A voice inside do you know
To love- run- or hide
Do we smell a rose

Do we know a true love

Heavenly power turning
  God above
A fruitful taste of grapes
  or a cruise ship lip to lip
  Escape mind- trip
New birth celebration show
What do we really know?

Your birth or what's now
A wish give it all you got
Wake up call or last shot  
Godly light angelic face  
Big candle to blow
Step forward you are the big show
Chosen one  pray to rejoice

Embrace your age
Every facet heart of a magnet
Bright sunset how you met
Eyes focused all mind-set
Meditation all healing wet
Godly voice to transform  
But God knows

Sweet serenity lifted gravity
  *     *     *    
To envision with all conditions
Dressed on a mission
But nothing to confess
Your self worth in uniform
Somehow you smell the fire  
Darkness feeling a hint of low
But you rise up different world
Maturing growing

A healing flower blooming*
A world of fighting pins
of a cactus
Mind it fits like a genius
God only knows
What do we know?

You suffer, nothing
comes to your mind. Like you are fondling
your wounds lying in a tomb.

I will not steal your
face after the disaster of losing faith
in the religion of power.

I will not stop kissing
the red flames of bargain. The tears
will decide, no mausoleum will be made.

a fading memory I am clinging on to
fleeting romances
and I didn't even catch his last name
sharing plates
but this will be our last date
confusing conversations of who I said what to
oh sorry that must have been someone else
that look
that look
they know
we all know
what love is like for us
it is just a fleeting game

when I was angry, I was unstoppable
with fire in my veins I felt like I could move mountains if I just believed it hard enough
I was so capable
and so delicate
I was so scared
and so strong
when I was mad, I was motivated
with pain came beautiful triumphs
I was so ashamed
and so proud
I was so embarrassed
and so confident
when I am not angry anymore, I am incapable
without fire in my soul, I don’t believe I can get up out of bed
I am so happy
and so sad
I am so comfortable
and so confused

I wish I could delete everything I’ve ever posted on the internet,
make myself disappear,
untraceable, unavailable, please try again another time,
I want to hit return and erase every text I’ve ever sent,
being invisible is safe, anonymity is freedom,
I want to fall out of cyberspace and into a black hole of pre recorded memories,
of times before we were attached to cords for validation,
so many perceptions of who I am create Frankenstein versions of me insinuated in the minds of others,
am I who I think I am or who you think I am?
manipulating wires became plugged into our brains and we forgot what we looked like in the mirror,
I want to know what I really think of me,
not what I was groomed into seeing
from years of comparisons that will never be enough,
I want to log myself out from the internet and act like I just logged in,
to what life would’ve been without it

I wish a dream was easy to buy into
like a cancer stick;— dying for a piece.
Inhaling vapors, and blowing off
smoke in a puff of dreams.

Life is like a cigarette; an addiction
to living with feelings of regret.
Time is all ashes, slowly deducting
your frame till death,
And love consumes the lungs;
too much of the wrong kind,—becomes toxic.
To advertise the biggest buyers of such dreams
for a rich life like a **** cigarette;
To be honest with the kind of addiction,
being rich appears costly.

But I guess if I'm an old truck blowing
smoke, it just means I'm exhausted.
Addicted to the cigarette life,
whether tip toeing, or running towards death,
either side, do play it cautious.
Cos whatever end you smoke the cigarette,
all roads lead to death.

Go to dharma. Between
sorrow and romance, tender poems
come in crowd. The pain uplifts the temple.

I forgave my past.
My seers lived on the stars to predict
the tremulous life to come. I stand firm.

Ups and downs, I
pray to myself to draw a lip line
to drop the luxurious gift of rich gods.