the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with its downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper

Of all the random movement
In the world
It seems no one has time
To notice your struggles
Anymore than one is saddened
By a broken sidewalk
Or demolished daisy
And now I know
How far from here
I have to go
The thought of you
Causes me to tremble
Put in simplest terms -
So much for fine words
No one can live up to them
Let me wake from this
Dream of life
And fly finally past the darkness
That reaches out for the darkness

Like a wolf in the night
we run faster than the
speed of light. Filling the
midnights silence with our
howls as we wake up the
owls while the arrows on
humans clocks go tick tock.
Running through God's
woods marking every tree
as our territory. Hoping that
our hearts will break free from
the cages they beat behind.
Trying to speak in the language
of humans. Trying to tell the
world that the wolf running
by my side is mine. Mine till
eternity mine as long as there
is gravity keeping us together
side by side on gentle earth's
ground. Running through the
woods as the winds ruffle
through our heavy fur we
reached the river side and
made our vows. Making sure
that the angels above have
written it down on the clouds
of fluff. So everyone could
witness the story of our
love* ~

Silence is the night
so is counting sheep
Into the wean hours of the morning
my heart beats down the loneliness
When I am missing you?

The sparrows nestled under the branches
as the rain goes pita, pata, pita, pata
The cricket compose its last four-note tune to me
sorry my baby, that you can't sleep
The jackal, the wolf and the herdsman
Slept soundly

Nevertheless, here I am counting headless sheep
That’s life you always say,
My life my lonely life,

Without my poetry to keep me sane
My jukebox music to keep me cheerful and lively:
a glass of red wine  blended with the silence
So why am I missing you:
Because this is my way of tricking my heart into loving you more
~~~~~~~~~
“Missing you is flashes of our past and fantasies of our future
with the hard irony of the absence of our present as present occur.”
Quote:― Zhi