Jewels of our country,
Gems of the world,
Every child in their own
differs and holds an astounding talent,
A devastating day on 16 December,
Last year kids were martyred to death,
Victimizing their families and friends,
They will always reside in our hearts,
They will always be our shining stars,
Our countries honor and pride,
Those souls in heaven will shine so ever bright,
Their smiling faces in peace,
Will ease the pain in their mothers heart,
Satisfy their father,
And stand as audacious children for our nation,
You will always be remembered,
And will always own a huge slot in our soul,
Our tears that we shed for you,
Will not be meaningless,
And these tools will help stand against those savages,
Making them pay till the day we all live,
And slay their heads off in terms of decay.

i.

while still
a butterfly
a caterpillar
landed
on the head
of the crucified
christ
who asked
himself

what can I do
that I can’t

ii.

losing a baby, no, think of it
as losing
your baby’s
hair

iii.

whatever was born had a nosebleed

Ink stains, and wire frames. Shadows dance in my brain. Cotten cashes in my teeth, the demon breath still stinks within.
A single drop for every sin. In the bile reflecting pool, made up of a broken mans drool. Is what is left of what I was before I took the demon buzz.

Drifting down,
From the heavens above.
Neither an end,
Nor a beginning.

Bringing peace,
And tranquility.
To those who watch,
And wait.

Listen,
And you'll hear their song.
Quiet and undisturbed,
Forever patient.

Just look to the sky,
There you'll see.
The little snowdrops,
That forever sing to me.

imagine a famished beggar at your house,
open your doors and feed him till he's sated

imagine a vagabond on his endless wanderings,
run a warm bath for him where he can soak till dawn

imagine a country lass with smelly undergarments,
give her all the trappings and see her hidden beauty sparkle

imagine the hungry poor hoping against hope for crumbs,
take them to a five-star hotel and make them kings for a day

imagine everyone saying yes to everything worth a yes
and saying no to all things that demean and diminish us,

create a book of convergence where we sign away sorrow and pain,
and let humans with sinewy lust lay their blues to perpetual rest

Be** the best version of yourself,
Do what you have to do to be what you want to be,
Finally have what you desire.

Something un-discernable
just beyond my mind’s eye

a feeling I can’t quite place

meanders, ethereal as
early morning mist
swirling through woods

delicate as ink on
ancient parchment
written with reed
by a chinese monk

beautiful in the way
only sadness
can be

Light seems to shine brightest through tears
And color's most vibrant after storms
Joy is only felt because sadness is known
And something new replaces only something worn
The beauty in sorrow is not always seen
So we avoid any kind of lament
But melancholy is mesmeric and somberness shimmers in the dark
It's the misery and grief we resent
Remember this when your heart becomes an anchor
There is great beauty in sorrow, in solitude, in pain
Watery eyes and broken souls aren't ugly
For you can't have a rainbow without the rain