Asylum hole.. In mental state
Devour by dark entities
The ancient age emphasize
A beast of two inside one body
Showing a displayed of a punished soul
The astral bodies lay awake at its
pace
The sun at d noon day
While d night becomes encapsulated with d moon and stars... The world planets flourishes
In its glory...
Allay the fear of the tormented soul
For in guilt they lay with uttermost shame
With intense display of lunacy
A cry uttered loud
Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!

SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.

Sitting under an apple  tree
This evening seeming quiet different

Unusual,but cool... Weird
But amazing...
The breeze calms my nerves
As I sit
On my fathers armchair...

Passerby murmurs..
Kids beam with excitment
Running helter skelter
In and out of the yard
Across the street,
This sights I can hold on to

"When is the sherperd coming to town?"
"Let's await Him at the golden temple"...
"With olive palms on his sheep to rode"

A little girl with no blouse on
But just her pant dangling on her thigh..  mutter out loud the scripted above..
Only then,did it dawn on me
Why the night seems different
Its Easter Eve.
2014

Take me in...
Brooklyn.. Take me in...
Though the front door is shut
Smuggle me through d basement window..
The lilies singing rhymes with the breeze..
While midnight queens playing chess...
Defending their kings... From a harm near our reach

Brooklyn,the city horns all day
Hails the night
Darkness seems a history...
A mystery I can't tell...
Surely,the fountain speaks...
Take me in.... Brooklyn... I'm all yours...

Old man speaks
What an old man sees siting
A young man can't see climbing a tree
Why being porous
Why the violence
Why the ignorance and corruption
Why are there evil hearts
Ours was generation of love and peace

Young man laughing
We would rather cut down d tree
It feels good to be porous
Why not violence
Why not pain
why not corruption
Why won't we have evil hearts
Ours is a generation of Give and take

Fetus in the womb kicks
What are u leaving for our generation
More pain and anguish
More violence and corruption
but one thing is significant
we will fight for peace
We will create love amongs us
Ours is a generation of HOPE