through the sidewalks
they all gather round
only lurking

should I speak in publicity's turf
indeed my tongue would suffer its bravery

shoulder softly sways
crossing paths along another
a hats tilt their only response

one hand dangling before them
like serpents oh so welcoming
one hand posing behind them
withering with devotion to hypocrisy

they do not posses ears to listen
they do not desire eyes to see

so I write about them
with these soundless words

a leaf sways down the strings,
gently it is comforted,
a small pushy laugh it gives;

I picked up a little more,
this leaf, designed to convince me,
it was a performance so kind,
I'm not going home feeling empty;

sometimes it takes me,
not just the right side of course;
I'm sorry for writing this poem,
my only freedom of movement;

the truth about the last page is happiness,

I've been here since you
were in my pocket,
I have a thousand words of wisdom,
they'll probably just go with you;

spiraling down like cannons,
all the time I love you,
the start and end of musical instruments,
blasting away the street view of space;

as confused birds clothe the sky,
this leaf breaks down,
like confetti, my confidence falls;

still, gently it is comforted;

art of my life,
I'm at my place by the waters,
ripple through the truth,
bring it up to the street;

a little while more,
and we'll all be set free...

upon my mornings wake,
I presented myself before the mirror,
a ponderous though befell me;

" I was once a prettier flower "

so I  summoned the councils,
ordered myself bathed,
in rich milk and fine honey,
as did those of old glorious days,

once again,
I presented myself to the mirror;
a ponderous thought befell me;

" I was once a healthier flower "

so I summoned the councils,
ordered them to make me well,
exotic formulations they did bring,
as did the science of nature; well-known,

the mirror presented itself before me,
a ponderous truth befell me;

" I was once a happier flower "

there are many
      ways and plenty
of days through out time
in life;

I have walked about
       lived through many droughts
only to see misery all around
me, its a mystery,

after all this suffering,

that conspicuous flower, it does indeed blossom,

I stand at the end of my road,
yet I dare say,
this is my beginning..

in a once quiet thought
my lips trembled,
tongue frozen still;

along the lined horizon I glanced,
missing the beauty,
I have seen the emptiness;

silently they whisper,
deception their embedded kiss,
sitting, I waited
while they walked;

bleak winters I have known;

your essence, filled my palms;
spilling onto the canvassing world,
you drew me a picture;

untainted reality,

taught my finger tips to sway,
from left to right,
my curiosity now eclipsed by this,
gift;

showed my hand to paint,
with such precautions,
being g very careful to color
outside the lines of *******,

clothed my nakedness,
the warmth of your radiances,

burned my voice into solid letters,
molding them into words,
you gave them their voice;
like glowing embers;

thank you...

Writing* it is easy,
  Saying it terrifies me,

If anyone but reads it,
Means I'll never have to tell you,
Whats really on my mind,

Because if you dont like
What I have yo say,
All you have to do
Is turn the page,

And I can always pretend,
Its not about you...

silencio...
surrounded by her surroundings,
a broaden plane covers the
terrain,
beneath her feet;

a soundless voice hovers
over her,
filling the void
within her
chest;

deserted, blistered and chapped;
surfacing,
from her once tender lips
surface,
her essence made manifest;

embodied in colour,
her crimson pedals,
tip over and tobble like drippleting pebbles,
i ever, study and attempt to endeavor,

her infamous mystery,
that melodious...
symphony,

she whispers
a soft cry,

burrowed in silencio,
she vowed never to let it go; her melody,
dispensed quite gently,
floating along
stream,

accidentally,
it broke out of,
her heart beat's sonata