.

Hot headed one eyed nerd,
                 walking blindly with the herd,
                 be aware, every time you croak the F-word,
               cussing like an irritated toad,
            you denigrate those moments on cloud nine,
            you inch up the rainbow panting, 
                    smearing all colors together;
                            the very moments you hanker for,
                                        past every sunset
                                  as if there is nothing else you can sanely  think of,
                                                   till the ******,
                                                     and your partner is the only one that exists,
                                                      in this whole wide world.

The universe is art
We all create our
Own beautiful
And unique color
Shape and form to
The wonderful mess
We call this universe
The inner creativity
And inner joy and
Child is calling to
You make sure to
Heed the call as
You begin to feel
The unique and
Beautiful parts
That make up
The whole like
A mosaic of
Internal voices
Trying to be
Noticed and
Heard as they
Cling together
Like a symphony
Of consciousness
Pouring its beautiful
Melody through our
Hearts as our hands
And souls play the
Tune as we write
Our destinies in the
Sand and dance with
Abandon as we praise
The universe and the
Beautiful and unique
Gift and creative art
And spark and life
That flows through
Everything you see

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.

A poem is a collection of feelings
locked in very word and meaning.

Its is a place I say stop
And listen to what I say.
coz here is my chance.

As I pour my heart out in a crystal full of words,
You listen and read like a drinker quenching his thirst.
You dont want to read?
Then what are you doing here?
This bar is not open for you sir!

Like what you read?
There is an ocean where this drop comes from,
No river no dam nothing can stop this overflow.
Overflow of feelings and thoughts that only grow.

Germinating like a seed or exploding like a bomb.
When its all that consumes the mind,
Untill its all out there,
All of it be it on even a dried wooden stump.

So read away dear readers,
some of it is what you have thunk!
Yes I say thunk coz I am a poet who feels words
and does not find them a collection of junk!