****** normalcy,
Uniforms seeking heresy.
Profiting Prophets,
Marginalizing common pockets.
Provisional divisions,
Promoting war and schisms.
Infectious emissions,
Reducing cognition,
Intends to imprison.

Understand my position,
Kept and set aside.
Dynamic ideas,
The individual has risen.
Abide by lies,
The truth can't decide.
Inside I hide,
The essence of my mind.
But they can't read mine,
I'm ACCESS DENIED.

If these moments turned to hours before my eyes could blink
would I spend my precious time concerned what others think?
and if the months just spanned the years before I could forget
would I place more import on fears than life lived with regret?
then if this life just becomes death with no meaning left to find
should I let doubt become my focus and the captor of my mind?

... My eyes,
To mirror your sighs,
I will give you my smile,
To dance with your smile,
I will give you my hands,
For you to paint the beauty
Of the fertile lands
In the hills of Tuscany.
I will give you my open arms
To surround your shoulders,
When you feel cold during the winters.
I will give you my soft kisses
To dry up your tears
On your pale cheeks
So I can chase your fears.
I will give you my memory,
For you to remember
Our forgotten kisses, if any.
I will tell you some of my secrets,
Even the ones from the Pool,
In case you show interest,
And there you would think I'm a fool.
And of course I will give you
My Ocean Blue,
For you to dive into.
But I will never give you
Anything that can hurt you.
Somehow,
You need to know
That I can only give all this
When you come back from the abyss
To which you've decided to depart,
Leaving me alone to dream of you,
With art.

We write, not because we think our ideals will change the world,
But because we know so.
We write not pages after pages so that people will follow us,
We write but a few words for those who are cultured enough to read them.
We write, because we wish to be read.

Poetry is like fresh water
Quenching the thirsty soul
Once placid lake, the heart
Every word creates a ripple
Moving me to the core
My feelings and emotions
Travel with the soft wavelets
Arousing my fascination
Sweet as nectar
The creativity pond
Plunging in poetry everyday
To taste the fresh sweetness
Of poetic water
Being on this island
Surrounded by the words
Where I can take a swim
In any weather
An eternal source of joy
Where I can drown
To rejuvenate myself