Ants made home in the front yard
One carries a heavy piece of wood
Another carries some sort of food
Day in and out always work hard.
Carry with indomitable conviction
No second guess, pressing forward
To the hole, take the load downward
No matter how harsh their mission.
When it rains and ruins their shelter
I wonder if they think it's God's will
If any of them in this despair falter
Thinking cruel God willed to ****.
And when i'm watering the plants
It breaks my heart to watch the ants
To think i'm the God of destruction
Would it also be their assumption?

Sitting on a rock up in the mountains
Everyone has an interesting story
Everything has a baffling history
I wonder, stories each house contains.
Wonder about these tiny colorful roofs
The story of the rock i was sitting on
How strong and patient it kept on
Stories i imagined didn't need proof.
Wish i could hear stories of that stone
Real stories of people in their home
My friend stole that moment of mine
A photo, i call it "a boy lost in his mind".

There is a spell on lovers at night
Spend it, quarrel over hate or love
It never ends, who is wrong or right?
yes, some times, push comes to shove.
Hurriedly to their homes at night
Refuge from darkness of their own
Lover's arms, sanctuary, ray of light
While hiding a piece of skeleton bone.
Lies in the day and love in the night
Running from ourselves, we survive  
Hold to another human's flesh so tight
For another dawn, to revive and strive.
I wait to see myself in mirror of darkness
To see my true self, when sky is starless
A cup of coffee, a smile on my face
Equilibrium, nothing i want to chase.

As i read Shakespeare and Shelley
Relishing the words waltz and play
in awe, the way words used as clay
butterflies in belly, restless and merry.
explore the thoughts of Shakespeare
Hamlet's despair, Macbeth's disdain
Shelley on ***** , alleviate the pain
wished from themselves i could hear.
and what if they were living in this age?
would same Romeo be inked on page?
Laudanum, or ****** needle in vein
Dear Shelley, which one for the pain?

There is a hidden darkness in me
There is a hidden darkness in you
Even best of us have it in them too
And most of us don't want it to be.
Terrible terrors, terrifying horrors
Shadows hide and darkness swell
Have been there, know it very well
Of fiends, demons of murky waters.
Take a closer look, they are of us
Follow us with loyalty and trust
Parcels of true emotions we deny
Embrace! know yourself, don't defy.

Though our story is not fully told
for rest of the chapters to unfold
patiently we wait, patiently we hold.
though ten thousand miles apart
so distant, in the mind and heart
friends still, no matter how far.
I drink to yours, you drink to mine
we patiently wait, wait for the time.
to one day our lives rhyme again
share a whiskey bottle, bury the pain.
that dark tunnel of future awaits
the light we see at the tunnel's end
is it a train that the death sends?
let's find out how that whiskey tastes!
not much time left, let’s make haste!
should not let that whiskey go to waste!

Enjoyed a warm summer with you
I like you and I swear it’s true
I have boots that are ten years old
Been with me in rain and cold
I liked them the moment I bought them
I loved them after three years of snow
You are not boots, a human, I know!
But you have a long time to go.
Takes a few winters till it shows
A few rainy days till one truly knows.