Frozen blades and visible exhale
Shift with the seasons
Fog lifts but turmoil sits
The wind lifts wings
The sun closes eyes
Welcome home

She walked out of the watercolor storm of a fresco
Like a cowl-bound form in a light drizzle of rain,
Her mosaic tiles of ancient lovers’ eyes, ceramic-borne,
Just as her hips held the curves of the urn, kiln-fired,
The coiled heat of Greece still stinging through her flesh.

For her, the treetops had been the summoners of storm,
In kind, she poured down the wet grove of her hair, electral,
Pantheress of humid breath and fanged flair of lightning,
Tamed once in the cloudy cage of Pentelic marble of the Parthenon.

But the world piled dust before her, baiting with its groveled roads,
For her black mullings, much-tasted rain, and heaven’s leaves to fall.
If only the Michelango-to-come had carved the clouds of her
For the light to remain, shining its centuries,
Then maybe the thunder would have been left undone.

You touch my hand,
our fingers intertwine.
I smile, feeling the warmth
of our palms pressed together.
Maybe I’m always so cold
so that your warmth can thaw me
and I’ll feel alive.

I can’t help but look at you
your eyes glisten with happiness
and it’s addictive.
There’s a feeling in my heart
which tells me that you’re the one,
I want to spend my life with you.
Do you?

Depending on where you stand
Perspective may vary
When you don’t judge, but understand
Difference is no longer scary

I refuse to stand still
And wait for the sun to shine on me
I’ll move so fast and free
That the sun will be forced to follow
Lets take flight
We have a world to see
Just you and me
Living out our dreams

you are my guide towards the light
and I guess I'm yours too

Time waits for no one

No matter the misery one keeps

So, wake up if you dare

From unavailing despair

For the keeper cares not if you sleep

im sinking down
To a place where i hang out
when no ones around
where the birds fly, maybe soar
a memoir of yore
when i used to lay on the floor
and imagine an upside down world.
Where people jump in and out of doors
and balance on beams nd round the bend they twirl
Overdone masculinity rules this world but in mine it twas a girl
No sides were taken, no war, no fight. and she was black
History moves forward and you cannot take anything back
when i look back to back i tend to think we have two faces
the breath is being lost and we've all gone missing in our paces
I want to evolve my system but there is no racing
I want to speak and there is only facing
No missing, just placing
until our spirits are interlacing
towards one envisioned nation

i am struggling to find words to describe my feelings
she is struggling to find feelings for my words
time is struggling to keep us together
life is struggling to keep us alive
this sums up my whole journey

if all are struggling
then what is success???

You do not fear the trees
You fear the forest in the dark
The rustle of leaves you did not make
The wind in your ears you did not fake
You breath smoking against the crispness of the air
Cold existence, creeping into your lungs
Fingers not yet numb
Clutching at sanity
As it slips into the dark

Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.

Am I losing my strength?
                   Or
Are they getting stronger?

the existential dread i feel is enough for
(two)
lifetimes

and i wasted all my energy typing this out instead of the work i should be finishing

people talk to me and i listen but i might as well be dead
and then they walk away wondering what they just witnessed

It’s almost a year and yet I’m still haunted by the memories of us
Why can’t I forget you
This is hell
I’m filled with anger and frustration
I can’t seem to let this go
I just want my peace of mind back so please give it back and leave me alone

Dear fellow poets,

Try to vocalize
what you immortalize on paper.

Sincerely,
your courage.

All planets lined up,
advantaging alignment,
and I work on trust.

i want to talk about you
to everyone i know
i want to shut my mouth
and keep you to myself
my heart flares up
explodes with thoughts of you
and i can't catch the words
and i can't catch my breath

I'd like to write a simple poem

Simplify my life along

With the words that make their way

Onto this blank white simple page

Try my best to relax a bit

And with that said, get over it

Whatever is stringing me along

Keeping me from this simple poem

Lifted up and then put down

Far too many times to count

A simple rhyme before too late

The right words needed to say

To open wide the flood gates

And simplify my life away

Is that too much to ask, too much to want

A simple life, a simple poem

My bipolar
Plays dress up
And I am the model

My bipolar loves me
Until I feel stress and anxiety
Crawling under my skin
And my heart hurts
I feel it getting old and tired

Mania leaves me empty in a black hole that turns out to be my bed
 I sink
And there is nothing I can do
But wait for mania to come back

They say that out of all of zodiac
Gemini's are most likely to be depressed and anxious
I was born on 28th of May

My newest fear is learning to forget these lies
Wish me well

This morning's cigarette's
a sentinel in a lawn lathered
white with tip-frost, indolent
pulp-yellow vapor patrolling
sideways into the beckoning
tines of the evergreens:

standing in this last hour
of the hard freeze I collate
ironsided guilt skimmed
over three decades as
I wonder when you're
coming back from Turkey,
or Dublin, or Amsterdam.

The Chesterfield I bought
at the airport in Rome
wavers in a cold district
as I review a dozen or so
romances that fell apart.
Once, it was "why not me?"
Then it was "why not you?"
Now the questions are just
tumbling numbers on a
website I refresh like breath.

There's no controlling it,
that's the oldest self-lie.
Life wheels over, constellations
break and reform, night tents
up and out and the sun
clicks through its paces.

The cigarette, dead stub
on a tile, lived its span
in fume and smoke:
Let my own days
be the fire of some
great hand.

Some of you are homeless
Some of you are limbless
Some are battling PTSD
But all of you are fighting battles
of that we just can't see

Thank you, Veterans

Thank you for giving up your normalcy
So, all of us can live in peace & harmony

light
it whispers in yellow commas--
a piece of waning moon
to grasp
to climb
down from heaven

shards of our abdomen
itching, writhing,
crawling upwards
up
up
like a pillar of caterpillars
piling on caterpillars
fighting to get a view
of
of
of what?

"I tell you, Sir, there's nothing there!"

an echo from an empty room
nothing
nothing
no.
only swirling colors
patternless wandering
the flesh of a lost man
the Earth
is a woMan.

I need to get you out my mind,
before I fall in love with you.
Because I know, you won't love me back.

Everything was so horrible
That words stood beside me and gaped
At a life so cruel.

Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry

2.16.

In one eye
I see God
In the other is
the Devil

Feathers fell
from a hidden
heaven

You are a cold
stencil
in my bedroom
Dancing fingertips
on my canvas hips
My flower petal
skin
that sandpaper
hands
strip away
A living work of
Art
You wanted on
your wall
of fame

To afraid to
understand
So you painted
a fake

you’re the mentos to my coke
you make me all bubbly
and open me up
but boy you can make me explode

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

I am a master at lying
It is an art
I’ve become so good at it
That when I say
I am fine
I almost believe myself

you always know
when to point out
the beautiful things
you just always seem
to forget about yourself

I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.

close your eyes babe
what do you see?
a starry night or a porcelain sky?
is it the shade of navy you love?
i closed my eyes and i saw the world grabbing me gently, pulling me tight and close,
while it whispers sweet nothing in my ear
i envision a love that is endless,
a heart so large that it overflows,
and a passion that even fruits envy.
so tell me darling,
have you a dream to sell me?

I've never been in love before.
Now I know it's You
I'll  love
forevermore.

I've never been in love before.
I've kept my heart locked up
behind an iron door.

But now Your love, Your love
so true and strong
has filled me with Your song,
this song that from me pours.

So please forgive
this helpless haze I'm in,
I've never really been
in love
before.

a vision to freedom
a vision to life
a vision with fighters
no vision to strife

a vision to win
a vision of smiles
a vision with thinkers
the vision till miles

these immoral visions
are visions of a god,
a god in a man
a man with no odd

the man is bappu
the father of the nation
who is a fine peace
of god's creation

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.