hold onto something
that unfolds mysteries
hold onto something
that uproots reality
stop, breathe, think ..
of mystical empathies.
hold onto thoughts
they enlighten words to existence
abundantly essential to a
garden of imagination and free
hold onto dreams
their vision is as clear
as identity’s knowledge
to sublime grace and eternity
hold onto peace
an upliftment of joy and humility
a radiating field of harmony
hold onto your hands
they carry the midst of pain
the indulgement of passion
the sensation of pleasure ..
they remain known
to a nation of nurture and feeling
they remain crooked
from a lost love’s limitations
they remain still.

silent night
chained thoughts behind open walls
something’s not right

wake up, broken child
arise and shake off your fears
be a pretender of forever love
and abide within your broken dreams
a shattered canvas, an undone fragment
you have supposedly become
a long lost memory
of childhood happy, mental steady
but the present has made you
teenage sappy, conscious achy
pursuit of happiness dimmed
the light of unborn victory,
unborn victory that lead to a
broken heart with weak bloodstreams
you felt no reason to live
no reason to dodge the bullets;
you felt the need to know
the purpose to how to grow
the fully-fledged freedom to flow
in a soul’s spirit to glow,
in a dark and mystical night
to treasure your incomplete purpose
in the lively bed you lie in.

I wanna . . .
seek stars in a moonlit night
free my skin on the seashore
radically paint fragments of soul discovery
in the rarest, most deepest ocean
throwing my thoughts underwater
mind as blue as my emotions
poetry as sandcastles in my eyes
music so pure, the ocean breeze sounds
and majestic art of living in cosmic presence as meditation to an undying spirit.

Before I swem in subdued clarity
I cried in hollow nights
you were a product of my woes
misunderstood on a daily basis
attracted anxiety to my smiles
feelings got messy
like a home filled with nostalgic happy
you were bitter, and I was sweet
together we built pensiveness.

I just wanna be free
its been hard to escape these voids
its been an adventure to fulfill my thoughts
how reluctant it has been to lose
the only effectual quality of freedom.
As I walk through the dark valleys
painted fragments of fantasies and
written scripts of anxiety had a
brush of the murk of insanity
all over the canvas that was my mentality.
The desire to feel the warmth of free
gave birth to the scotching feeling
to eradicate all forms of fear...
I was born a vibrant fire
conscious to the day of light
happy to shine my released soul
happy to be the soul that releases
liberation to the world,
happy to be free.

you were almost the death of me
the minute you tore my soul into pieces
feed my heart with the spirit of nostalgia

you were almost my meaning of death
driven by restless lust
i ached hungrily for your heart

you came alive in my nightmares
brought void in my bloodstreams
how will i ever feel your love again?

i travelled york of thy love
impulsively quenching myself with it
i had to escape the deeper pool of happy i was swimming in
let me escape ..

as you dip your precious temple
into thy pool of babylon
reminisce over our sacred eternity
where real love only exists

if its as real as we say it is,
i’m unanswered - why is it, long
only for the heat manifested in you
- why so envious of the love in your touch that only you own?

teach me to breathe in thy breath
for i am conscious of your flaws,
feed my heart with your lovin ways,
i enjoy your bittersweet body -
oh, what a walking metaphor thou are**

your heart is a fire i can’t handle
like a vile art
i always pull away from the flame
that is you ..
no, i’m not scared of burning,
i’m just scared of the kind of flame i’ll become.