Wanna be the shadow in your mind.
Fading away, leaving no trace behind.
Wanna be the tear you never shed.
The thought you bury, the words unsaid.
Wanna be a question with no end,
A truth unspoken, a time unspend.
Wanna be so far, yet so near.
The erased whisper you'll never hear.

if you want clarity,

ask the wind,
be the wind,

see the dust you collect,

and tell yourself from it.

be the wind, and see through.

if needed, be the dust.

The poetry in me is flowing
About things I’m knowing
The emotions
The stresses
And Peoples life’s messes!

Sorry won't do...
Open to arguably the same
Of what is, a person of who
The truth, when I quietly name...

Children a universal charity...
Elect a seer, or offer a proven
Wait, is ours for a faring vanity
The has your might, as chastity's problem...

Fly by, and heed?
A question of moments, more adores
Ask the question of mete and need
The luck of angel's, is anger was...

A place for cynical wealth, lost
A pace of worthier demonstration, caught
A pax of elucidated reasons, saw us
A person with uniqueness depends, saw it

Given the gift of giving
That youth has come of age
For a sincerity, sated with living
In the shadow of kindness, not angers fate

Waht hvae I dnoe?
Bad dseicon ralely.

Un baiser sur mon front ! un baiser, même en rêve !
Mais de mon front pensif le frais baiser s'enfuit ;
Mais de mes jours taris l'été n'a plus de sève ;
Mais l'Aurore jamais n'embrassera la Nuit.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que son haleine
Me rendait les climats de mes jeunes saisons,
Que la neige fondait sur une tête humaine,
Et que la fleur de l'âme avait deux floraisons.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que sur ma joue
Mes cheveux par le vent écartés de mes yeux,
Pareils aux jais flottants que sa tête secoue,
Noyaient ses doigts distraits dans leurs flocons soyeux.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que l'innocence
Gardait contre un désir ses roses et ses lis ;
Que j'étais Jocelyn et qu'elle était Laurence,  
Que la vallée en fleurs nous cachait dans ses plis.

Elle rêvait sans doute aussi que mon délire
En vers mélodieux pleurait comme autrefois ;
Que mon cœur sous sa main devenait une lyre
Qui dans un seul soupir accentuait deux voix.

Fatale vision ! Tout mon être frissonne ;
On dirait que mon sang veut remonter son cours.
Enfant, ne dites plus vos rêves à personne,
Et ne rêvez jamais, ou bien rêvez toujours !

(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)

Draw a stick figure
future - diminished
and chaos ransomed.

Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.

Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.

Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.

Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
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A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council

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heal me
you said
I hear you
I said
save me
you said
I will try
I said
but actually
I haven’t got
the
friggin’ energy
I said.

Abstract of destruction
Amidst anger
A mix of storm and earthquake
Searching for serenity of silence
A phase of mountain hills to reach the peak
Till calm

Mind blowing like fire
Brain storming a next project
Poker face of calm and quiet
In the most lenient places
Rhythm of ideas flowing ready to be written

The earth is mine
When I have what I wanted
Realm of joy contagious
Only asking for it to stay that way

My tongue's not my own neither the deepest longings
And neither these for pursuit nor grasping but to know
Of promises unknowable in the flesh but will be
For which given only glimpses of their shadows
And to know that before Time and for all times
Not futility as seeming for the Teacher is present
And so too the end's the beginning and vice versa
But to hear the Voice for in the dark the ears see

Buy a sun
Buy a like
Buy an app
So people will clap
Please them all
Sell THEM a lie
Sell them your soul
But EVENTUALLY…
You will FALL!

\ i wanna quit i quitt

The beauty of art

and the world does not exist --


if you reject it.

If rich, you may buy a huge properly,  an island or a mall;

Or a grave illness, perhaps try to stall;

But a smile on a sad face you can't install

Anar

Y no estoy
diciendo
que las cosas
van a
Ir mal
entre
nosotros,
pero si
algo llegara
a pasar
me encantaria
estar para
verte crecer.

when I said
I doubt you'd come back
I didn't think it would be true

people like you
don't come back
you probably think that about me too

but what is it that I miss?
your ignorant bliss
the way you would brag
about how you would kiss
the opposite of me

have the audacity
to say we would play by my rules
have the audacity
to say you would do anything for me

but what more can I expect
I knew
that people like you
don't come back

Sculpted faces,
aging drama queens,

all the world's stages, this
is after those, these depths
of despair, where no pieces fit,

Kintsugi, fractured flash bulb scene,

an instamatic moment, a Kodak memory.

My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Loved poppy juice
And his Mona Lisa
Upon a darken starry night
He would show her
His guiding light,
With all his sunflowers
And a wooden chair
Mona Lisa wanted to share
My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Did everything for mona
But could not please her.
This left Vincent very sad
Down and out feeling bad
Of to the asylum
With a smile there he
Would paint and stay awhile
He always missed his Mona Lisa
He still died a earless geezer

There’s a nasty stain on the carpet
A yard from the door,
Dark orange of a shade
I once used to adore.

I’ve bleached and soaked the relentless spot
Till my hands and knees bit,
I’ve covered it with rugs,
But my mind still wont remit.

Curse the careless way I ate that fruit!
I cry into the smudge.
Each time I walk inside,
This brand relights my grudge.

Maybe over time I’ll learn to note it less,
A spark more than a fire.
Till then I guess I stare,
At this mandarin expired.

In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream

Left to right got you.

Our days were as beautiful as the starry skies.
Our lives—as humans, animals or even bugs.
Each lasted like a luna moth, with a purpose to love till dawn.

In the beauty of seeing you in each life—came and went with the two souls that lived it. If our time was prolonged—smiles would last longer alive than over your casket.

An infinite cycle of you and I—beautiful and brutal in my eyes.
To love you like a luna moth, with less time in life.
I'll never forget our sunrise—to which I loved you till dawn.

There is a silence here.
One that beats within me,
A second heart,
With none of the love.

My throat aches,
Voiceless cries going unheard.
The quiet is consuming,
Yet there is nothing here.

How can there be nothing?
When all that I’ve wanted
Could not be closer?

I know.
Because I do not want you
Not anymore.
Your silence, your quiet,
Is consuming.
It has eaten me
And left nothing behind.

The runes are like the North Star they give insight- that's right
They are like ancient avatars .
Always The rock of ages
They are old like the stars.
They are ancient like the night

They are like ancient avatars
Always The rock of ages .
They are ancient like the night
The runic teaching of the ages is like a tapestry woven from the teaching of the sages.
They are like ancient avatars.

Little love
Lotta love
All the love you need
That’s me

Stuck on blackened spikes
and under stormy seas.
“Let’s go for a hike,”
my wife said to me.

Her sliver of sunlight
breaks through my fog,
a sparkling invite
to go for a little jog.

On a bed of autumn leaves
and crisp wisps of dew
the trees us receive
while I from black withdrew.

Here sat on a kerb looking every which way
catching proverbial breath and recalibrating
my bearings from a longish journey - still
no longer longing for a telltale day now
pining away atop a window sill

I still remember you, the fragment of you in my mind. Still laughing, still loving me. Our hearts still beating at the same pace. I have done wrong upon you. But please, remember my promise, my unconditional love. Still, boundless. My love.