As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists

Let free flow thunder scare the fears
Show me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust   hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Love sings it’s sour tastes memories
sonnets that dull in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heavy as iced iron, unresolved and uncut

I wish I could love a soul so justly
hold it as a tendered render...unconditioned
like I connect to the nature untold
like I connect to the roaring rivers
making love to the mighty wonders
dallying on the Savannah grasses
embraced by the silky paths of green

I wish I could trust a soul so justly
hold the unknown without reservations
like I let go from cliff to cliff on a zip line
like I deter gravity from scouring the scars
as I love the form of life,a passionate affair
and how the sun rises and densely falls
erupting the very essence within me

Love sings it’s sweeter tastes of present
sonnets that rouse in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heaving to glorious appeased ramifications

Imperative perception
It was all far fetched, a time when I searched myself in others
No one can ever give me the moment of clarity and serenity
An eternity of peace within oneself, an embody of higher self
This place of ultimate truth and surreal objectification
A reflection of timeless lapses, the laps of completeness
The storms were a taboo, the recurrent flying unquietness
The un-resolving trips and flares of unpolarised magnetic currents
The escape to pristine moments, prestige throughs and peaks
A vision from the drowning sea, me sinking in the whirlpool
I mirrored my own reflection to yours, my 'I' to "you", your 'I" to "me"

Melodious Creeks
The moment called now is my only lullaby I can hear
A whisper so harmonised and crystallised deep in the seabed
A candle light of moment of truth in a rotating crystal ball
The chaos in the jungle have escaped to the peaks of the mountain
Uninformed lands with uniformed pebbles, the shattered glasses
Demons that stood ***** as they pierced and taunted a being

Why did it take so long?**
Lets go the springs and streams of pain, the unending past
It's not a feeling, or logic, its a way of human existence
An entwinement of anthems embellished with peace

Presentiment
***** the barred barricades for me to see your pastures
I can feel the darkness that embodies your soul and mind
A thunder in the unending jungle, jiggling in kingdoms
Reject my sharp vision, I cry your tears as you do mine
I stare at your blur as you submerge in the deep waters
The blackening tunnels with no escape reject my eyes
The icy layers squeezing to escape in your sorrows
The narrowed aisles have become the only island you cruise
The trajectory of our blood realigned in our future sins

Found self?
Listen to the strings adjoining in the basements of the cliffs
The line balancing on the centrifugal pump as it impels to shrouds

Of choices?
Predetermination and judgment of other as I lost a piece of my time
In this territory, I stand at the borderline of my devotion in battle
Holding my rifle and connecting to life and all; me a solider of love
Parading in the landscapes of inhibitions and thought processes
A soul I hold is my only liberation to live fully and autonomously
Eyes wide open, mouth wide ajar as we rise and survive doing our best!

In Vietnam life was alive
I thought I met him
at the gates of the circus
with his Australian flavors
and Czech paints of a praise

I was realigning to wake
from the deep sleep and ache
from a long age of akashic tapes
and energies were everywhere
mystic mysteries, auras symmetries

It's as if he were to arouse an age
with stories of a very long past
an ago where old souls bid to meet
his anima would breathe the very life
and words would light streets ahead

In Vietnam life was alive
and he flew me with psychic stories
of how his life would be ordained
though the life path seemed afar
I shall remember the wind he brought

I open the window as often does
as the bronzy blinds fall on the sill
the sun still hiding under the clouds
At 0809 simmers of its hope pride
riding through the cases of my soul
calling on the winter brimming sun rays
lighted with love and pure remedy of life
dreams come to glare with kaleidoscopes hues
rainbows of chakras aligning deeply
as the gaze follows on, two suns stands
halos of two celestial giants bright as ever
one follows on the other, smiling on
Is Planet X closely approaching earth?
those sequence of the Nibiru cataclysm
conspiracies of eventual near miss
or collisions of the Sumerian mythology
presently pulling shifts on the flat earth
ever questioning the mass extinctions
and all the hidden truths as we snooze in routines

Stained unborn at a midnight birth
as dark elopes to depths unknown
scraping the hold on and hold ups
rooted at the loath of a waning moon
coated with love inside the bony trail
blushing to the aged soul that quest
resting on the shine that warms and drowns
like a titanic embarking on seasoned seas
flavoured in a breeze of forever
beauty of life and nature shades pureness
shimmering an essence of aliveness
the conquest of oneness within awakes
and when the clouded days fade
laughter spin and dreams seek
life becomes a supreme possibility
of amazement and adventures
life becomes a highway of unsaved lullabies
where a stare is a momentum of scare
spares of alternate crying, flying, prying
blues and tribulations always get better
summing existence to a worthwhile measure

Hail the Northern trench
filled with finesse and nests
bore of beauty and wonders
mists of bold and flooded folds
no gold to fix on tables premier
just molded plentiful mischieve
raiding from shore to shore
parading from island to Island
as they hold a beautiful damsel
elegant but daring and fairing

Hail the Southern trench
filled with tonnes of gold
bore of abundance and riches
flowing with enormous generosity
the widowed prince never lacking
accoladed with titles and mantles
will he find her worthy of love
as she is escorted on raided forests
made with trees and frosted peaks
as the rattling breeze fade in silence*

to be continued.......