Sing to me the song of my winter dreams
Gently run your fingers through my hair
Hold me when I tremble out of fear
You are my world, right now and here.
Come to me the closest you can
Until your hypnotizing scent lingers upon me
Until all I can think about is your divinity
Until the sound of your heart beats with mine.
Dive into the nothingness of my deep black eyes
Let your beautiful smile rid me of my deepest fears
Stun me into the crazy palace of my dreams
A kiss on my forehead as I smile in my sleep.
The sky is starry and delightfully moonlit
Even in my dreams, you are a magical sight
Treasure me in your arms like you mean it,
And whisper to me the softest good night.

I close my eyes
Try to sleep
I see a wave of ink
A cloud of black
In water
No rhyme
No poem or verse
I'm going blind
I need a nurse
******* like cumuli
Hips as wide as a nautical mile
To get me back to sea
To help me see
To make me smile.

r ~ 5/26/14

To write
to write one's life
is to take a road that leads nowhere
and yet parallels the totality of one's existence

To write one's life
is to evoke a silhouette
that of the writer rushing through his past

One cannot tell where he is going
as he detours diverges deviates
but that is why we want to follow him

Along the way like a lost traveler
he picks up pebbles from the ground
and stuffs them in his pockets

As he gropes backward he loses himself
but we are willing to be disoriented with him
willing to be lulled by his vain repetitions

Stranded in time with him
we lose ourselves in space with him
and yet everything holds in place underneath
as if pulled by a magnet

All that was absent
forgotten from his life
is now suddenly present again

And if I told my story to myself ?

It is true that along the rocky story
I often stumbled, and when I fell
I would get up saying to myself
that no one had seen me, and I
would continue saying to myself,
it was an accident,  and I set out
again, hobbling along, saying,
it's okay, the fall was not a fall,
the rocks were not rocks, and even
if some bystanders laughed at me,
others encouraged me, saying that
I had a beautiful story in me, and
that I had to tell it, even if to myself.

Watch out!…

Phew!…

What a close call!
If I answered
The mood swing
Would of left me
Disconnected
Out of line
Without a chance
To be
Reconnected
I call connect
To recollect
The lost connection
But
Your long distance
From sanity
Is costly
For each instant
It costs more minutes
To make up
For the lost time
Together
The way we once were
To gather
The few good thoughts of you
And converse
Usually
Ultimately
Brings the worse
The opposite
The converse
Of what’s expected
As you spew
The **** slew of issues
You’ve had with me
Turning romantic comedy
Into tragedy
I could’ve forgave you
For not forgiving me
But you’re giving me
Too many reasons
To Sprint
Like a ****** Mobile
From his *** drive
My batteries dies
Before I make
My final destination
But when I Boost
I promise to lose
The number
Of times I came back to you
Let it slip my mind
As I find a new
Server
To subdue
Subconsciously I already
Knew
You
Weren’t ready at all

No matter how much times
I wish upon that star
It won’t change the fact that you’re still his puppet
Which is unfortunate because I want to see who you really are

I’ll try to be brave
Brave like a little tailor
But no matter how much I help out
It’s because of the lies, that I’ll always fail her

I’d play you a special song, in a strange little town
And all of the townsfolk would gather round
And you’d think their joy would make me happy
But no matter how hard I look there’s just one face that can’t be found

I’d flee from that town; I can’t swim across the river
But don’t worry the fox will give me a ride
But still I’m afraid I won’t make it
Because the feelings are eating me up inside

And just like prince charming
I’ll wake you with a kiss
I just want you to be happy
Because I hate seeing you like this...