Floating high above the skies
               wearing
                                nothing but a pair of wings  
I untie all emotions
                                  and let my hair loose;    
Gliding gently *
                          o'er clouds
                   I soar like the birds of the sky do,
  
           and when the sun begins to die,
                           Oh, I just fly !

The sun rose and with the birds and with you
scooped up in its light
you who toggle out of bed

the sun rose and the plentitude of steps
to the kitchen counter for water become
morning pilgrimages murmuring sweet thanks even when your mind  cannot articulate
its daily gratitude of satiating
your body’s needs

you write about everything because everything is life and so even this still peaceful morning deserves a poem, a morning drink of water.

Sometimes I think I run too fast
Sometimes I pause for too long
The frequency of heart beat varies
but it is the right one at the time
The graph goes up and down
My brain goes round and round
It's twisted but a straight line
Many doubts but faith underlined
The universe is a deep inhale and inside
Pass through the flower valleys of soul
The feeling of complete and whole.

I’m not addicted
I’m just conflicted
This phone’s my friend
Till batteries end.

Fingers prone
I jab this phone
My face lit up
Like a buttercup.

If you’re on your phone
You’re never alone
The world is there
With room to spare.

You’re with your friends
Till the rainbow ends
I’m telling you
This phone’s brand new.

America
Becomes
Certifiably
Dangerous

Existence
Fragile.
Growing­
Hostile

Intelligent
Justice
Kills
Logic

Mainly
Now
Oscillating­
People

Quite
Ridiculous.
Surreal,
Tempestuous

Unjust
Victories
Will
Xpose
Your
Zealots

What a world we live in,
Where we watch while others die.
What a world we live in,
When we hardly bat an eye.

The world looks on,
While the chosen, choose,
To ignore what was done, - to them
Or what it’s like to lose.

Maybe we’d be forgiven,
If we tried to stem the tide,
If our conscience, once driven,
Saved the life of a single child.

We watch them use,
The fickle face of a martyr.
And accede to the ruse,
They’re using babies to barter.

What a world indeed,
And where to hide our shame?
All that power and all that greed,
And it proceeds in our name.