When I look up
I hope that someone is watching
Or looking down at me
Then it hits me
We are just a grain of sand
Too little to the vast midnight sky
And I am sure you don't think
Picture me in the 2 am fresh air
And I can breathe your existence too

Of the road that had been left in haste
I was glad that my soul stayed the course
As the winter and my speeches never would
I never had been frost-bit by cold stares
O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary
I was hardly visible amidst trying times
The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles

It was the fire that melted the flakes
I distinguished myself from fakes
I know all that quakes
In my soul that takes less
As it gives away to the lakes
Of warm water as summer finally comes

I knew that irksome emotion
Had emptied the vessel of devotion
They did want me as captain or King
I wanted them three times more than being ordinary
That's the ardor I had once
I was deceived twice and let the matter be once

What grew jarring was the stuttering
When I lost my spirit
Bit by bit my heart grew terse and blithe
Little did my confidence help me keep my wits
I went through the works of Emerson and Whitman
I immersed myself in the light of wine
I lost sight of the darkness of time

I know I married a poet
When I see through their will
The stretch of time washes through thine eye
None had ever scared him only my wish
T'was the wind dimming that saw me sinking
As vision of land and seething water
That brought the emptiness in my soulless win

My soul stretches thin
A poor quarter sits in the din
The light of the sun sips the darkness within
Makes it look diaphonous and slim
The years had taken my father in
As I reminisce with a glass of lime and gin
My conscience might explode

As I waver like unsure lamps as I walk the dwelling
On streets that are ignorant of my grinning
The shade is where there are child-like leaves
Forgetful of the trees and aware of breeze
Like memories strewn about for all at peace
I saw through the morose eyes tied to the past
They washed and moistened at breakfast

The stronger the love is
The weaker our hearts become
The vulnerability becomes apparent
And love loses meaning
Unless, we fight against all odds
To protect our worth
From falling into an abyss
Or the heart of darkness
Engulfing our souls
Too bad I am immersed
In your poetry that sets my heart ablaze
Leaving light in the cave

The skies are blue
The grass is green
I am sure you think like this about the air
Too, in your dreams

Or when you hear the birds
Chirp on a lonely branch
Only one thought remains
To be with them in the essence

Of every second
There is a cadence of the heart
In every that bird sings
That is what is pure art

When the fire dances
As the water sings
You cannot follow your chances
Just fiddle with your hair as if it is a dream

Life is a series of events
As sure as the sky is scattered light
The sketches of a landscape
May depict such beauty as Godly
This is what it is to be breathing
We are breathing
As sure as the seas have salt in them
When we stand on a coastline
We can feel the air rush
As blood travels the roads of corpuscles
The salt in the air
The salinity
Oh, how I long for thee
You are love
As sure as I am dreaming
About being free in the salty breeze

The voiceless shores of Ancient Greece
If we are constituting heroes in Greek mythology
Tiresias what do you saidst the will of Zeus
One, the one hath been blessed
Like the music in my ears
That who doubt my prophecy
Worldly truths tell of a boy of otherworldy strength
Nether broad, but, pure
Hera burns in red blush as her eyebrows furrow
The sin is complete and so is the milky way
Where the divine milk hath flown
Iphicles may cry a plenty tears
The charioteer Iolaus is born from the split
As bright as the azure complexion of the sea
Heracles runs like the blue skies, now
The wind fastens him and his power
Two snakes may fast approach their demise
The day fast approaches when his virtues outlive the vice
A broken lyre abrogates his penance towards music
A golden apple rests on Megara's tunic
The daughter of King Creon in Thebes
But the God yields to anger of his ego
As this lover faces her happiness endeth
Heracles rests and pursues the Nemean lion
First of his hard labors under Eurystheus' scion
Proceed the Lernaedan Hydra of immense spine
Two for one and a head for all
Twice ahead and none shall fall
As the final call, Hera sends the mightiest of them all
Iolaus aids in the downfall
A captor may miss the Golden Hind Of Artemis
Buttressed arrows shall never lose or run amiss
Heracles runs as the wind does, however, carries some abuse
It eluded him a year till vast effuse
The pavilion was set on trust quite ostensibe
To conquer every existing monster
In this primordial nature
The Erymanthian boar, who dare deny
The world was ruled by forests once
There were lances as Pholus took his chances
A gift from Bacchus held the balances
Often, the strength of such wine needed tempering
The hero of the peregrination asked for him to open his cask
The wine attracted centaurs far and wide
The divide made the labor a slightly precarious task
Many of the centaurs died from the arrows
The teacher of Achilles' took them in
His name was Chiron
He was the wisest of them all
As well as civil
Poseidon is beguiled to rage and cavil
As Hera reconciles with her child after many, many years
Developing a fond kinship with love to attest to
Heracles also lost to Dionysus in a drinking contest
One may say the voices are still heard
From the remnants of Heracles apotheosis
Came a soul worthy of Mount Olympus told by sages
And lovers that existed and stood the tests
Illud erat vivere
The embers of the golden summer spent in joy
Burnt out with the sacking of Troy

Take your things
Did you think you escaped from routine
The birds will still sing
And the bees will sting
You'll see when we come out
We are coming out now

Did you think changing the seasons or the scenes
You could escape the rivers of breams
Nature is playing while we are dreaming
So, we are coming out now
For a brighter green and a bluer scenery
To make better history

It is beautiful to find love
When hearts syncopate harmoniously
Then I know I will have somebody to love
I have been looking for care all my life
I just never gave anyone a chance
To hear my heartbeat or see through me
Perhaps maybe I am afraid
I choose to love
Because I know I will be fine

If you look into a mother's eyes
You will find that she looks everywhere

One eye carefully watches you as you grow
And the other doesn't look

With raising
A mother guides
But, does not enforce

Some days her heart
May not be in her duty
At those times they need security

If the job is done
Both eyes look away
As you make your life

It is her heart that
Watches you
As you choose the path she never looks at

Can you leave
I ask tonight
You cascade the thousand seas
As the stars and the moon pull the war to a close
The gold is closer

Look down upon us
I choose my constellation
I choose your starlit dinner date
If crime doubles

Like a protest
True yet hidden
As everything falls to ****
A childhood trouble

Inspire us, to heal this mother's wounds
An ending is a **** truce
While Aaron sits down with
Dinner that is cold and a job that is tepid

The war ends with his services

You make friends
When you believe in similar ideals
But, enemies are made
When you hold them up
That's why those who something to say
Make more foes than disciples

You know the funny
Thing about life is that
Schools teach about science
Your parents teach you religion
Green grass teaches play
And leaves teach you about grass
When you move in an aeroplane
They seem small
But, to them you are another plastic bag
That flies by whenever no one is looking
Just like that life finishes
The music stops and the fire dies
All that remains are legacies and grave gestures
I may be a little far off topic
I think I am making a point
But something holds me back
It is the beauty of poetry
Or the medium of stories
Life is a bit of a journey now
Where everyone shares their stories
Along the way and they become your friends
I just don't know how I made enemies
Is it science, no
Religion, definitely

Yew and other conifer serried in a daffodil field
A lone traveler wearily strides on the hills
Karenina, the morose maiden by him
Holds a lamp in a library where his vision dims
Pensive thoughts converge
In a road where the paths diverge
His tenacious mind seeks
Where the heart grows meek
When a lady mourns
A man yearns for more

Do you have a cigarette
A sundae could occupy our time
Our time is precious
It melts like an ice cream
And kills like a smoke

You have the silver
The gold in a mine
Your soul is alright
My life is yours
You are mine
Hearses wash on the tarmac canvas
I can't weaponize freedom
Or explain paradise
It is the feeling
Of being with your withering smile
That shines wistful and listless
Like the golden sun
Ill people walk the streets of gold
Looking for you

Out of darkness
Comes Jesus
In my dreams
My life was in pieces
The light of my life
I stared into my hands
With regret
I had none to give
A company who desired my will
He asked me to silence my nerves
The trembling fears
Came back alive
I washed all my face
To forget the vision
The past had an innocence
Now it reminded me of his presence
The darkness shifted
And I fell on the bathroom floor
The lava lamp hovered in iridescent tides
Lush green plants watered themselves
God had left a miracle behind

It took me
A lifetime to find you
A moment to fall in love

You look into yourself
It makes me so wild
That I can talk to you finally
You are so guilty
If I ask you stay
You wilt and die at my request
I exist to you
Miss

As you talk
I cannot help smoke a little
In my mind as I am abstemious
And write about me
Sip on tea, so that I am not tempted
As you spit out the pips
Of an orange
You cannot resist some mulled wine
Neither can I
But I'll make liquor flow from your lines
Intoxicate your muses
They will pay a dime for your time
A pocket is enough for the stars you want
In your prime you may have taken a sip of milk
Now you're a someone I can have later
With sugar and cream
You are my cuppa tea
Spirits talk to us as we caress our glasses
And tip the wine and let time flow like love

I want to melt into
A beautiful place
Where nature burns
And the water cools the trees
Like the wind hastens a candle to a halt
The fire burns in your legs
A numbness in my fingers
Stops me as I press my ears
Against the wall
I want to melt into
Your bedroom and hide under the covers
That covers your *******
And protects your virginity
Eroding rocks turn to desert sand
Weather touches your neck
My lips thirst for some cool breeze
A zephyr climbs through your heights
Like a deafening silence washes on a battlefield
The desert is hotter than the sun

My eyes careened
Towards a bright redness
That pulsated between
The heart of an intersection
I could not pass
As easily as I could ponder
I loved you once when I looked back
Right met left as I looked twice
It only seemed that the road
Was left open for me to enter
No more shortcuts
Only long lunges and breathless hikes
As the spikes of your fir scraped
On my knees and the mud covered me
Dripped in sweat and ache
An amorous aroma filled around me
When I saw a look of pained ecstasy
In the mirror that I had carried
Your eyes showed me the tricks
To finish my journey
Nature was the kindest person
Asking me through currents and whispers

In all the lost cities
With all the cars
Certain on their arrival
I found someone who bumped into me

The water has really shown me
What it is in your eyes
Only a deep pool of salt
Can dry the tears that rain from your face
As you pace the streets
With a beggar's bowl like lost pearls
Scuttling across the streets
Life has been unkind
Let me kiss you quick
Before you fall into a trap
My goodness is with you
Keep my candle carefully
Let it's incandescence flicker
As I speak to you only the eyes touch me
It is for good luck
It is good luck that we met too

It is often said
That living is the rarest thing
Some people merely exist
I can promise myself this
That the rivers will flow
And the trees will bring wood
Fish don't have feelings
But, innocence fades
That is what clears my conscience
The iota of ephemeral contrast
I can sustain a worthy purpose
Which may have a fleeting foundation
One of immense virtue
That a plebeian approach cannot understand
If I take the crooked path
I can walk among my peers
Who have been waiting
For me
To live free as well
But stand strong I must
As I gaze into an abyss
Without purpose
Undoubtedly determined
I can do something, methinks
Instead of doubting my own perception
Yet, I cannot predict
When the diurnal birds will go in abmigration
I simply forget
Some skip south much of autumn
I cannot remember
When will the solitary tree lie bare
The weather behaves like an intelligent child
No one knows where the wind goes
If you ask why, you question your wisdom
Only you and yourself
Can find the purpose
For the phenomena within
That tells you to move on forward
Contrary to popular wisdom
Until the final beat of an unseen presence
Ushers you into its arms
And like an abyss staring back at you
Tells you there is no rainbow down there
To confirm your fears
Or affirm your immense virtue
Your glory fades
When death holds you closer

People talk about death
As if it is the end
Sometimes I see it as a beginning

They tell me that a person expires
When there role is played
And they have done there part

Sometimes I think this body of ours
Is made of wood
The older it grows the more it has to offer

Many people die before their time
People talk of death among other things
These are the very people who should be allowed to grow

Like footfalls in a memory
I ignore the humble crying
A soreness fades, from abstention to hurt
I never reacted
As I freely expressed
I have felt your ascent
I have seen your descent
As I cascaded in contemplation
Into a wheelchair, I lean against
This vibrant child knows time

You came again
With his shroud
Your hunger and pain
I could see and love
In his mouth
Asking me to
Love those eyes and face
You offered a tulip, with a bow
After you lift your countenance
We walk hand in hand, ashore

The music we shared was simple
When you sang
I realized beauty
Had power and simplicity

Arguments leave only heavy hearts
As the heavy clouds create the most beautiful storms
The flower of youth is the most beautiful
Because it blooms and takes away your innocence

I am enthralled yet so sad
To let you pass so easily
And you sojourn my grave
Ergo you go your way or we go mine

Let us then go, you and I
Into the evening spangled across starry skies
Will you bring the day to its end
As I get off at the next station

I never went to the horizon or the lowlands
All I know about love is Orion's bow
The introductions and serendipitous exchanges
And my favor seeking friends and foes

My old lark
Is a singer and a poet
He is a dancer in the rain
And he can fly in the dark purview

Now I know I have a case of you
On this cruise I live in this box of things
Memory is the real beauty that holds them together
The guitar strums a chord with me

Some of my women are now accidents
But the trust never dies
During the dusk
In the loitering heart there is a disease

As the dry wind sweeps my hair
The capricious prediction of bystander anticipates heavy rain
The life I had once is now a suitcase
That will stay with me for the next journey, maybe

Sometimes I wonder where are you
Your sliver of light still shines an approval
Was that the mirage or a road to paradise
The love shines on

As the periods of school-going were tossed away like paperplanes
Remind me of the dazzling eyes of the panes and ladies across
Which are too far back now to touch
And the memories are much like a lover's argument

I stopped kicking the dirt and bit the bullet
Submitted to the pillars of power
Started believing in my stars and the ardent hour
I let my memories die with the clouds of the night

Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

I did not know her sadness
I cried and wailed, slightly amiss
Like a man in bad company who is blind
Now my heart looks for an escape

The broken chromebird flew on 52nd
The solar kings and lunar queens played on the kingdom of heaven
My reign ended when I lost the clouds
As I stared into an abyss of forever whilst looking for summer

My words died soon
With the clouds of doubt and foggy memory
In it submerged was a polished car
I kicked the tire as I wallowed in the mire again

The skies looked starless
I sculpted the moon with a clasp-knife
I felt the power of time
You told me to take back my share of loneliness and heartbreak

The soul felt it was light as bees
As it was relieved and alive
Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights
Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

I sped the highway and hungered for adventure
With a broken down car
I once called a floating river
Periodic clouds on the outskirts hustled and bustled

Her hair sits
On her face
A bodice of ice
An eye of glass
Behind lurks a fire waiting
To be put out