He who says I love you
is a mournful minstrel
who has lost his song.

If only love
                         had a tongue to speak.

A thousand happy larks
fly in your eyes,
a thousand canaries
fall silent in my throat.

If only love
                             had a tongue to speak.

He who says I love you
is the night’s blue heart
searching for moonlight.

If only love
                          had a tongue to speak.

A thousand laughing suns
in your footsteps,
a thousand weeping stars
in my desire.

If only love could speak.

Goodbye!
Goodbye! (thus will say the shadow:)
I shall dance over the threshold of life
happy and grateful

The days are grey,
The nights are long,
and filled with the anxieties of the days to come.
The morning passes in a sigh,
and the night takes an eternity to end.

The morning birds no longer chirp,
The night stars no longer glimmer,
The days are monotonous,
And my life...
Is filled with despair.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.

I am a cage in search of a bird.

All these dreams.
Making me bust at the seams.
Feeling like life is new.
Thinking that I finally grew.
Walking along the fields.
Learning how to form my shields.
Trees standing taller than I.
Having my friends stand by.
Rekindling old friendships.
Getting away from the hardships.
The longer you are away.
The easier I find it is to play.
Being myself, doing me.
I'm joyous for all to see.
Before, after
Smiles, laughter.
Class no longer in session.
I am no longer the possesion.
Sleeping alone at nights.
See more beautiful sights.
Awake to freedom.
Running through my reclaimed kingdom.
Off to do as I see fit.
Nowhere for you to sit.

caustic ways to pilfer life
the sordid use of imagination

season of the sickened mind
grotesque subliminal permeation

reaching onward to spectral hands
the lure of purgatory settles in

Broken and abandoned,
The house has stood empty
Between woods and meadow
For twenty years.
From the side yards
Vines cover the shattered windows
And sagging porches.
Within, the house is empty,
Yet not.
Dust, filled with ghosts,
Creeps and roams in corners,
Then settles.
Lost in memory,
Bedrooms, kitchen, parlor,
Wait in silent reflection
Before gathering garlands of twilight.
In the attic,
Threads which once were curtains,
Sway on the dirge of a breeze.
Within the gate
Grass rolls like so much
Green fire.
Shingle by grey-weathered shingle,
Dreams gather
In once loved rooms
As the sun sets.

Darling if you look into my eyes,
You know my love for you is endless,
The smile for you is the sweetest.
I'll swim across the oceans
Climb any mountains,
Fight the dragons and the men,
I would wear your colours,
I would drink your teas and eat your pizzas,
I would go miles.
But darling,
If you want me to say I love you
All you would hear is silence.
I would never go to you
And tell you i need you.
I dont want to be in the same room with you,
Because then i would be blind
And could only see you.
I dont want to stand next to you,
For i might die of holding my breath
So you can't hear the loud beating in my heart.
I would move away from you,
For fear that when you leave
I won't be able to move from there.
Darling if you would hold my hands,
I would hold yours

Marvelous, matchless, magical, moonlit midnight,
With a superabundance of sparkly, summery stars,
Peacefully placid, pure and prettily plummy,
Radiantly rich, rhapsody resplendent rapture!
Fragrant flowers frolic freely in your fervence,
Eye-catching and exquisite in their exuberance,
Bouncing blissfully in breezy, blooming ballet.
Inexhaustible and intoxicating and intriguing,
Dazzling and delightful, and doubtlessly dreamy

The air is foggy,
And the sky is grey,
You can not see its blue today,
A suffocating silence fills this place,
And his empty seat's left a space,
So hollow and dim in my heart.

He sat right there next to the lamp,
But that place is cold and damp,
He left us in such a hurry,
Oh how much he made us worry!

I remember him really well,
Stories of fairies he would tell,
He'd tell us where the monsters dwell.
Generation by Generation told,
Stories with the worth of gold,
Stories containing young and old.

But now he's gone,
and I'm in grief,
Why must the world,
be such a thief?

There you are
An old familiar friend
You were there at the start
And you’ll be there at the end

You had been away for a while
But I didn’t miss you
It’s a strange notion
Feeling blue

You’ve made me numb
To my brittle bones
You’ve made me feel
Not at home

A familiarity that’s jarred
A perspective that's scarred
A knot so tight its shakes my hands
And then
Departs

As swift as we were together
We are now apart
My stomach that felt full
Now feels starved

I was never good at goodbyes
For us, a near impossible task
There’s an empty space
That you had carved

We had been one for so long
So now I ask
Do I miss you?

It’s a strange notion
Feeling blue

Stars laid out before me on this ever haunting eve,
seem to laugh in all their glory, while I can only grieve.
For myself and for others, and all with our disease,
our silence is solace for the ones we'll soon bereave.

I've laid my last brick and the wall's standing proudly,
a monument to the filth which always surrounds me.
It is me.

And I'm feeling kind of good again,
knowing the bricks keep all safe from my sin,
that with time no one will remain,
bringing a day with the ending of pain.

Sometimes I struggle to peak over my wall,
jumping and screaming to no one at all,
wondering if anyone is out there still waiting,
and knowing they aren't is sometimes frustrating.

Of course there is no one left anymore,
and saddened as I am, that's what walls are for.
I did this with purpose and now I can bleed,
with no one to be hurt by my dying deed.

I think it’s dark and cold down here, I’ve fallen down a well
Do not ask from whence I came, I was born in this cell
The mossy brickwork is the mother from which I was made
I am the slimy demon children hide from under shade

There is no need for living, I have no use for air
I am only sentient, not alive but I am there
I haunt the hole I live in, the angel of the well
I hear the young ones peer inside, they never ever dwell

I am the folklore you avoid, do you believe in me?
I am a children’s story you stand by childishly
It’s only superstition, there’s no girl inside the well
The girl that was in here was quickly sent away to hell

Throw your rusted pennies, make a wish, disturb my sleep
I am the muddy devil that will drown you in the deep

The moon peered through the clouded sky
as sun set on the mountains high
she wondered if they knew below
the things she'd seen in all her glow

the scurry of this human race
caught in circles fast embrace
locked within their sinful ways
repeat rewind replay each day

once she'd felt their softest touch
pin ***** of a flag pole ******
marked as if they owned her now
such foolish man in foolish hour

wars, floods, pandemic woes
shifting lands seasides flows
burning landscapes ice age fraught
man oh man what next be brought

the moon peered through the clouded sky
weeping clouds her only cry
heal man of earthly woes
heal so i may once more glow

In case you hadn't noticed
And if it was not explained
The world spins on its axis
It couldn't be more plain.

It often spins in circles
Leaving echoes there behind
Small arcs of light and shadow
Lighting up my restless mind.

It speaks in thoughts and whispers
Like wreaths of mist and smoke
A wreath of faith and science
Like wheels of spinning spokes.

These are the days we follow
A spiral staircase heaven bound
Winding through the cloud-banks
A long way upwards from the ground.

It's time to stop your wails
Your shrieks and your tales
Of this wretched virus here
Do other things please my dear
This site is plagued by these words
"Coronavirus! Covid-19!"
God, how long has it even been?

I understand that lives are lost
But it will end whatever the cost
So stop writing about it here
There are other places
For these lifeless "poems"

Pallid green,
maybe ashen gray,
a paler look
than yesterday.

The corners of your mouth
are now turned downward,
and your eyes are looking
somewhat the same.

What I was hoping for was not for this,
and now my hope wanes reminisce
as I remember your vibrant color,
and my love for you - as no other.

Lord, why do I see hues of such unskilled painter,
as the canvas is brushed with this fleeting death?
Everything is so smeared and smudged together,
as my heart is sliced by such a clumsy spatula.

But as her life-force is now, and O so slowly, dissipating,
no grasp or hold of mine can keep us here together.
So as my love's last breath releases into the air we breathed,
everything we ever had on earth is fading - and disappearing.

eve conversed with a sinuous snake
on a Sunday afternoon
the garden barred its double doors
and sent them to their doom
the sin of she had punished he
who touched no snake in the apple tree
but if lilith with the dawn had gone
how innocent can adam be?

Only a friend will walk,
That extra mile to help you out,
Only a friend understands,
You, and what you're about.

Only a friend will cry with you,
When you're hurting deep inside,
Only a friend will secure a secret,
That you prefer to hide.

If the sun didn't rise in the morning,
And black clouds covered above,
Only a friend would turn the sky to blue,
With warm words and a show of love.

Only a friend will stand beside you,
Even though you're miles away,
Only a friend can make you smile,
To help you through the day.

Only a friend will take the time,
To listen to what's been said,
Or place themselves in front of you,
If you fear what lies ahead.

Only a friend will do all this,
In their heart there's a message they send,
I'll always be here when you need me,
Because you "You're my friend."

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

There is nothing to write about
Oh but look! The sun is out!
But again that's so dull,
Maybe I'll write about a bull?
No no no, no one does that
Oh yeah I used to have hat
It was a wonderful olive green
I loved it when I was a teen!
But those bygone days won't return;
some of it's memories need to burn,
Though it used to be sweet
It was gone in one heartbeat.
So there's nothing to write about
And so every word is filled with doubt
Maybe I'll have something tonight
Or tomorrow, about a flight:

A one with birds
Amidst the skies
Amidst the clouds
Over the mountains
Over the shores
Atop the houses
Atop the hills
One with peace
One with war
My poems will take you afar :)

A roiling sea of jet black clouds
Masked the sky speckled with stars
Waves rise and take their form
Then crash back down on bone white sand
Wind howls, up palm trees
Forbidden treasure glints and gleams
Billowing sails catch the wind
A rickety boat rides the waves
Its tossed and turned
And pummelled and pounded
Right back down to soft white sand
Two black boots
Jump on down
A crinkled map is clutched In hand
An x splashed on in ****** red
Will lead the boots to jewels and gems

To fight till last with no tomorrow's store,
They bicker loud and bite amongst themselves
And chew upon the papered spoils of war.
The panic breeds! A newer virus spawns:
Contagious fear, no mask could filter out
And sends them running fierce; it's frantic pawns,
'Till barest bares the shame to linger 'bout.
As paper, food depletes it's end of day;
Disgruntled many leave and wane their shop
With curse upon their lips, here not to say!
Then back again new beasts that cannot stop.

Yes I proclaim here's me: oh the wiser!
'Wait, No! Hands off, that's my sanitiser!"

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or ******,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

paraiba skies bring perfect sunsets
sapphires from rocks in lapidary hands
turquoise glow in the ocean shimmer
even a tattered bluejay feather is beautiful
I smile for my heart feels blue

Fires come and fires go,
Some from heaven, some below,
Wreaking havoc as they burn,
Or saving souls from depths forlorn.
Instrument of god of choice,
To whom you’ve wed for better or worse.
Eternal dimension as a course,
Gnash with wailing or rejoice.
A pawn of action in his hand,
To scorch or cleanse the forest land.
Measure of trial from the one,
Whose heart he owns as daughter or son,
Who are burned up or consumed,
A willful, waiting, choice of two.
Flames from heaven or below,
Preference of the lord you know,
To fill his purpose and design,
One is devilish and One Divine.

Here are my...

words deepest down,
birthing to have sound,
yearning to be found,
turning my frown
about face, one-eighty, and right-around.

This is my...

music exposing my present mood,
renewing my resolve,
tempering my fortitude,
ushering me from out of my solitude,
embracing my greater magnitude,
with unquantifiable certitude.
I'm more than okay...

more than alright,
this is my fight,
heavy smite,
that knock out right,
putting out life's lights.

I am...
this is me foreseeing,
see what I've become now,
is my vengeance, my reckoning,
here walks the soothsayer,
nice to meet me,
now get out of...

my way.

Galaxies have tapestries of stardust
weave each pearl of light
in the rapture of my love
I only ask for one speck
of your scintillating dust
to reach the sphere in my heart

I have lost all of myself
I seem not to know me wholly
I feel grinded ,smashed with
a hammer ,I feel stuck between  
two mountains ready to conjoin
I have lost love of nature, love of
the flowing rivers, love of stars
glowing a million light years afar
I have lost the common feel of
Spring and it's sweet scent flowers
I feel as useless as a stone
I feel like a music with out a tone
I have lost my way, I have lost my
slay , I feel like a flawless knight
I feel like a night stripped from it's
stars, I feel like a day with out a light
I have lost the feel of my beloved
I have lost the way to the lips of my
Beloved, I have lost her touch
It feels now like a touch of chill
I have lost the ecstasy in her
I have lost my soul, I have lost my
Flaw, in this punitive , this pang
This Agony, I drink them like ale and
Be weary and drunk in these dreary
Times, and find pleasures in the
Wonders of my illusions.

It is too simple
to pet a stray dog
then watch it run under a car
and say it wasn't mine

It is too simple
to admire a rose
then pick it and forget
to put water in the vase

It is too simple
to use a person
for loving without love
then leave him standing alone
and say I don't know him
anymore

It is too simple
to know one's flaws
then live them at great cost to others
and say that's just the way I am

It is too simple
the way we sometimes live our lives
for after all life simply is
a serious matter