Fear is the demon
that will scratch at
your soul, leaving
goose bumps where
its fingers have tried
to take hold.

But to give in to fear
is to fear ones self, to
slay the demon you
must move  past it
do not let its icy grip
take hold.

We fear many things,
but fear is an illusion,
and like illusions, blow
away that which we fear
and all the worries drip
away, and fear is washed
away never again
to take hold

I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14

Don’t need a reason why it happens so
Around me sparkle thousand stars
I beam in the happiness’ radiant glow
For having another day of loving her!

Dispel dark clouds the mind is set free
Dreadful stains on its wall disappear
It feels just enough to have her with me
Having another day of loving her!

Heals all the pain the one mystic light
Agonies turn back to recede far
It shows me the way to tide over the night
For having another day of loving her!

I feel so blessed when breaks a new dawn
Though it hides the east’s morning star
Reminds the bird chirps I’m not alone
With me is another day of loving her!

It's not the rain
that makes my eyes wet.
It hasn't rained in forty days.
Nights are long and quiet.
The silence cuts to bone.

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire.
It hasn't rained in forty nights.
The well is dry... so am I.
Nights I sit in silence
while it rains.

r ~ 4/19/14

Her cheating on me is not what I fear.
Good men are mistreated everywhere.
It's the loathing I'd feel if it came to a fact
That she lusted and loved behind my back

That I fear -as should she; it's beyond my control-
It would tear us to pieces and swallow us whole.
To see what you treasured as holy and strong
Hang slain from a rope one last lie long.

The concept of cheating; I spit in its face.
It sickens me how it would see her erazed.
Goddess to garbage in one-two-three...
I'm praying that she remains faithful to me.

anotherday some spare time
sit right down and write a rhyme
take the thoughts in your head
write them down and read instead

write whatever comes to light
make it happy make it bright
publish it let people see
so they can read your poetry.

then feel proud of your rhyme
that you wrote in your spare time.