Rhymers are takers and readers to be givers forever deeper.

Someone's speaking in the kitchen,
though I know I'm on my own.
It's no ordinary sound of house.
We do not usually converse.
Its chatter is perverse,
so dialogue leads to friction,
when it nags me into cleaning,
while competing for attention
with the garden, growing, greening.
Like twins they twist my tolerance.

That speaker's spoiled my thinking,
so easy to displace,
but I'll stop his broadcast bleating
and tune to inner space.

Some stories find no reason ever to end,
eternity is all ears throughout  the length.
On a plane different,some do not even begin,
possibilities sowed in  stardust lie in wait.

ചില കഥകള്‍ പറഞ്ഞു തീരുന്നതേയില്ല,
അനന്തത അതിനു ചെവിയോര്‍ത്തിരിക്കുന്നു.
മറ്റെവിടേയോ, ചിലകഥകള്‍ തുടങ്ങുന്നതേയില്ല,
നക്ഷത്ര ധൂളിയില്‍ വിതച്ചിട്ട സാദ്ധ്യതകള്‍ കാത്തിരിപ്പൂ
(Translated to Malayalam, a language of south India)

LEAVE HATRED OUTSIDE MY DOOR
WHEN YOU COME IN*

this Notice boarded on my door
seems to have done little to impress.

the ones that come in
still read from the hate book.

speak ill of others behind their back
curse those they don't agree with
spew vitriol against all not their own
criticize food habits and dresses
castigate the new generation
find fault with the old
generalize on the basis of race religion
trifle faith belief sentiment
envy for what they don't have
intensely dislike assumed disabilities
even a squint a stammer a mole a limp

more passionate in degrading than appreciating
systems, processes, relations, actions, attitudes.

people won't mend, behind them i think,

they're so ****** disgusting.

His belly full up

    of castigation,

she could finally

      shed her tears

'neath thundering

     sleeplessness

'til the giant was

       once again roused,

    to commence forthwith

       consummating

          another imperfect storm

The invasives tell us to
     go pound salt,
     fill a rat's hole with sand,
     play in traffic,
     fly a kite,
and, essentially,
     ****** off.
The Mau Mau didn't hear:
Their ears were stuffed,
Their tears were gritty;
Uniformed marauders
Commanded them:
     go **** yourselves.
It's hard to respond
With your head up-side-down
Near the ground
As rifle barrels pound
Sand up your ****,
With your mouth spitting
Hour glass grains.

Life thawed

  mid temperate

      ice crystals

  'neath throe's

    reckoned awakening,

spring enveloped

     dragonflies

its wings tattooed

    'pon nature,

the lake reflected

a softer side

  contemplating

    a gentler zephyr,

condensation filled

  the atmosphere, her

   clear tears saturating

    resurrected skies,

vapors misting on

   the horizon

  amidst forgiveness

     of flawed sunrises

My heart breaks for you whom deems yourself unworthy to be love.
My heart breaks for those of you whom are caught up in addiction.
Or whom are struggling with sin and feel to a shame to ask for pray.
My love for each of you is genuinely real and unconditional my Friend.
For I understand what suffering is, but when you learn on God strength.
Things become easier to understand as well as seeing in an new perspective.
28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
For my heart desire is to see you strong and firm in the Lord God.
With his strength helping you to overcome all of the obstacles before you.
That your hurts, sorrow, and suffering becomes more manageable.

Love like there is no tomorrow to worry about.
Love like your heart is unbreakable forever.
Love like your life depends upon it daily.
Love others as you want them to love you.
Love like Christ loves you, unconditional love.
Trust God to fix your heart every time it breaks.
Love others unconditionally and you shall be blessed.
For if you do this then people shall know you are his.
For this is exactly how he loves us unconditional.

Christ creation is truly something to behold.
When you get a glimpse at a beautiful sunrise.
Whether its in Florida or California or anywhere else.
It takes your breathe away, the beauty of it all.
For Christ creation does take my breathe away.
Seeing the leaves change color on the tree tops.
The greatest part about it no one can charge you.
To see all of this genuinely beauty is free of charge.
So get your camera out and start shooting pictures.

There's no secret
just stories to be told
of Love anew
or lovers of old

Not just of people
But love of things
Perhaps a flower
Or bird as it sings

Whether it be nature
Or matters of the heart
The simplest of occurrences
Has a poetic spark

Observation
marrying fantasy
experience
begetting reality

A poet's table
Is a smorgasbord
Consume all you like
There'll always be more