Where footprints in the sand once stayed,
                      one is now washed away..
And we look around hoping one day ours
                       will be joined by another's.

Different from before,
                       But for now we walk on the beach
  looking at each sunrise,
                     because there is always another day..

We create conduit for water to flow
Water flowing and revive life
Life bring cheerfulness
Cheerfulness change the face of the paucity
Paucity blessed us to search for changes
Changes makes it cheerful and vibrant with harmony!

We are embers of the universe
          smouldering within existence.

Till we fade unto the finite weavings
                               of frail flames..

But we will always be somewhere,
                     Just not here...

It's an average day
The sky mashed up potatoes
and forgot the veg

Poets love dies
when the last
              syllable dries..

Moving onto their
                     next muse...

We are the poison that

             is the venom on

the reality that we live on.


                 But we are the complex
motivations
that makes us grow
                          beyond our
Hatred that makes us grow.


Beyond the anger of
                      our thoughts...

proactive can be poetry
can be passive listening

proactive can be prayer
can be a looking

proactive can be silent
can be silence

proactive can be soul
can be a furnace.

We see a road but it never takes us
on the direction we travel upon.

The scenery is what makes the horizon
worthy of the distance to nowhere,

             but a road into our continued wandering.

The air breathes foul in fog
As ,
they flocked with fleeting
extensions
of wanna be arms

The UFO'ed
realizations
had borders bleached
by
sun in tide's time

You find eyes
staring
into iota's intensity
you . . .
thought tepid in turmoil

Transient in permanence
bleeding
to the knife's known edge
emotionless
in the apartment's aperture

Drift away in the sadness of
Diane Arbus
whose facts flee from
fiction
"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been "

I stood around the corner for so long
always a little detached from myself
waiting for the stars to align
and a number of other nonessentials
it took a minor miracle to shift me
to move into forward gear
realise my dreams as I travelled onward
gone around the corner, finally