Functioning at under normal levels
lost under your breath
seducing the mind
blending thoughts together
as misfits unite

A glitch in the programming
a break in the night

Bring the water
that I breathe
and I'll drown
in your sight

Lost to an emotion
I thought I forgot
then a breath of
air.

If you come to me in the middle of the night
Don't presume that I will open the door right off the bat
Never question my sophrosyne, it is for my protection
For I was once a prey of pinchers, my great destruction
When I welcomed them with my open arms
They just robbed my house and did much harm

May I never be content
May I never be complete
For when we stop evolving
We become obsolete

we look at TV screens that show
thousands of persecuted and bombed-out families
on the run for safety and sheer survival

so sorry

borders are shuttered now
the boat is full   no more come in
we have to think of ourselves

so sorry

we sincerely regret that you
are suffering from cold and rain and snow
in your rickety makeshift camps

so sorry

we are sure there’s someone
to take care of all that mess

it’s just not us

so sorry

When smoke fills lungs

            Blood in veins freeze

                       Tears stream down on face

                               Hands collapse disgraced

                                   Heart's screams ignored

                                           Lips curl

                                                   Mouth exhales.

Angel cries for that soul.
When smoke fills lungs.



- Feb 23rd, 2014. 3:13 am.

The pebble doth not portend when it sinks to the bottom of the basin,
Neither doth the sparrow lie when it takes to flight.

I know of a man who sells flowers-
cut with a sharp knife
they do not live too long, after that.

Like an alien in a spotlight
With her magnifying glasses on
My mother as she worked, up all night
Did invisible weaving till dawn

I would watch her when I couldn’t sleep
Honing in on that hole in the suit
Intently, her concentration deep
Weaving tiny threads enlarged like jute

In other-worldly light she labored
I was afraid she’d lose her eyesight
Watching her focus never wavered
Her face all aglow in the lamplight

Invisible weaving, I inquired
How tediously she plied her craft
Worked for the money that she required
Made the warp and weft of fabric last

Reconstruction, undetectable
No more burn, or tear, or fabric blight
Weaving magic so incredible
Its wound now perfect by morning’s light

She taught me much that I'm still making
From her life that now I'm grieving
Sewing, crocheting and great baking
But never invisible weaving

The picture of her life that mattered
I now see how she toiled so finely
And that the wrinkles in the fabric
Of my own life splayed out so blindly

The vision of my eyes bedazzled
Incandescent, her face in the beam
Unaware how her mind unraveled
As depression stole her ev'ry dream

The threads of DNA defining
Who I’ve become I'm now believing
My mother’s hand in that designing
Of my own Invisible Weaving

In this world filled with hatred and lust
It is difficult to hold on to your principles and do what is just
If war doesn't **** you
Then intolerance must

We live in a world where everything we do is judged
Where the colours of peace are smudged
Where the poor continue to live in their misery
While the rich continue to be engaged in their revelry

We live in a world where governments are hell-bent on showing their might
Even it means curbing a citizen's right
The constitution today has become a joke
Dear policy makers...light it up..
...let everyone see the smoke

We live in a world where falsity and corruption walk hand in hand
Where the truth is stifled
And most are afraid to speak out and take a stand

We live in a world where the youth is consuming drugs
Where poverty and unemployment compels them to become thugs
Where each and every moment there is the threat of violence lurking
Where kids are forced to spend their childhood working

Everyone i meet keeps asking me..
...where is the love?
...where has it disappeared?
And just like the others..
...i simply don't have an answer
Love and peace it seems have become rare commodities now
We mostly find it in books and movies
I find it most in poetry
For unlike the world...poetry doesn't discriminate
Poetry is fair
It gives everyone a chance to shine
It knows no barrier
It knows no borders
It knows no boundaries
It knows no limitations
It aims to please
It aims to entertain
It aims to arouse
It aims to awaken
It aims to inspire
Poetry is what makes life so much more beautiful

troilet
by Roland Leighton
1895 ... December.1915

There's a sob on the sea

*There's a sob on the sea
And the Old Year is dying.
Borne on night wings to me
There's a sob on the sea,
And for what could not be
The great world-heart is sighing.
There's a sob on the sea
And the Old Year is dying.

Stealing a whisper from
my lips as the voices echo
from afar

My reflection pouring
from the hourglass
while speaking
of  loneliness with her
saddened glare

She doesn't recognize
me as I am well aware

Her beauty now gone
only her eyes and their
saddened glare remain.