All the poems I seem to write
Remain a mystery
Until the voice inside my head
Says it's time to set them free

Don't remember when I first tuned in
To all the inner noise
And don't recollect it giving me
A say in any choice

I'm just along for the ride
In this topsy turvy game
A conduit of sorts
If you must give it a name

As I put pen to paper
My hand twitches as it flows
What will be is guaranteed
Only do the voices know

Feverish calamity besets the lovers
Devilish in the spite of the enemy
Where intensity of love exists, in a moment it might transcend to hate
Fiendish rivalry between love and hate
Results in love’s cherished heart dismayed
Whether in spite or love betrayed
Like a million arrows arrayed
Across the heart and
Beats stopped
For want of
Little
Less
Of hate
And now embalmed
In cowardice
Life deviates
Nothing like love betrayed
Feeling numb and used are enlightened feelings of hate
Be gone now, fever and all
I must hate now, and forever more!

Spaces  all the same,dimensions but different
Ideas the very same rushing in to fill voids old
From heads stuffed of past Imitations dead
Straight walls ever rising up,closing places free
Square,stiff,solid,regurgitating hard, spirits staid
The same colors but in different places, limited,
sick,drained of mind,with an empty soul I wept
Dear innovation creative where are you my angel?
Staring at space blank unchained to past I pondered
The angels  came unannounced unknowing softly,
rushing to a heart,empty of mind,surrendered to an intent pure,
Dancing,guiding unfettered,intuitively fantastic,instinctively right
The walls falling away,squares smoothing to curves ****
New visions exciting,opening to vistas of unknown hues wondrous
That very dead space now alive,conducting,guiding a design philharmonic
"I" was but a medium,absorbing,directing flashes from unknown
Driven in a flash flood of euphoria unknowing, to an ocean creative
Knowing not what unchained me,setting me free for that Destiny fine,
Of Innovation. May be love or despair,whatever, Divinity came.

It is feeling alone in a room full of people
It is feeling like you have nobody to turn to for support
It is the constant feeling that something is missing
It is the lack of emotion
It is the hard exterior
It is the need to be accepted
It is the feeling of being your own best friend
It is the feeling of being your own worst enemy
It is the feeling of dread to go to sleep, for fear of missing out on nothing in particular
It is the pain of not knowing
It is the pain of knowing
It is the animosity
It is the acceptance
It is the feeling of betrayal
It is the fear
It is the anxiety
It is the fact that at some point, you will lose everybody that you love
It is the feeling that you might as well not bother loving at all
It is sad
It is me

I die a little every day it seems
When I close my eyes and fall into nothingness
And at times the short-lived death is made all the more furious
With knights fighting and demons slaying and the occasional dragon appearing

What  a risk it seems I take that, this short-lived death on any other day might
Shove me into a forever nothingness
I still go there every night just to test the waters
I die a little every day it seems

Oh, what I would give for the daily deaths to be a prolonged one
Then into another world I’d go
My world, from forever more and till eternity
So, I’ll die a little every day till I reach home
My home...I... want to go home...

And then the kisses stopped,
And you faded away
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Th­e evening sun was providing some
Light thru’ the netted windows.
Your shadow gently falling on me
With you not far behind
I held you on my *******
And then I could not breathe
Your face so near I could hear you think
I dared not take a breath lest
My lungs collapsed.
And so I held on
As you lost yourself in my kisses,
But I shudder as I open my eyes
For what seemed so real must have been an illusion
Coz’ you are not here now
And perhaps it was only a dream
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T­he kisses stopped,
You faded away.

How nice it is to feel the zen
When you fall in love with your family again

like  away  love  eyes
light  heart  time  life
night  dreams  way  falling
reaches  silent  left  lost

water  soul  just  till  mind
holding  tears  make  want
say  child  place  new
says  things  kiss  words

shadows  inside  know  dream
forever  lose  day  allow
world  truth  god  longer
slowly  meaning  angels  friend

think...

timeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I

   dream of long gone futures
        raging forward into the past
             always venturing into the rather
                  wild parts of my subconcious

after eternity we will be

                                         leaving for the stars in
                                   interesting fashion with really
                               no time to waste on our seemingly
                                               endless journey