I have a secret
Told by my mother
The one I will not forget
I have the universe's character

I loved the stars, moon and sun
She knows it very well
Will have it even if I run
Or contract a demon in hell

"If you want it on hand" she said
"plant a Dandelion"
And I laughed at her instead
But she's serious like a *****

Mother have it on hand
A yellow flower with white puffball
And in my palm it land
I'm too afraid to let it fall

"The flower represent the sun"
"White puffball is the moon"
Slowly she blew it with fun
"These floating seeds are the stars this noon"

My gaze follow the seed
As it falls like shooting star
It is my universe indeed
A dream I've reached so far.

Smoke! A lot of it
Above my head
Inside my chest
I wish I could flee
Leave my bed
But can’t
Hypnotising....
Wondering
Where have I landed
It’s a no man land
With spiral rings
Placed all over
Like a puzzle
Wanna escape!
A voice echoed
In my head
Enough you tried
But it seems futile
You can’t escape or
Get out of your bed
You are paralysed
You can’t analyse
You have lost your
Senses.



I think only few
drags were enough
to loose control.

I’ve learned how to dismember my ligaments
For those who need body parts, how to
Digest ***** burning the stomach lining.
I’ve learned how to read the bible
As a poem and not a story, as
A way of life; not an outline of life.

I’ve learned how to open my arms
To those claiming refugee on cement sidewalks.
I’ve learned how to sing; not choir songs,
No symphonies nor harmonies, but sing
With a shaking voice from the pits
Of carcass burnt within fiery honesty.

I'm still learning how to scratch the surface
To let scabs turn to skin, because I have always
Been fascinated with the process of healing,
But I become nostalgic when I outline stains
On my skin from previous memories.

I’ve learned how to paint the silhouette
Of a smiling man saying goodbye to his wife
While holding rifles pointed at the cross
By the church where they used to meet.

Knowledge comes in two forms;
The first resides within yearning, the second within coping.
I do not know how to tame forest fires
From flocking flames feathering forgiveness:

I guess I haven’t learned anything after all.

Wires shine like Diamonds in the sun. Taught lines that rise to the heavens, like a mystic bridge to eternity. A miracle of ingenuity, a space elevator from science fiction to science fact. Nations rise up from the dust as vast stores of wealth descend from the sky. Blasting rock has gone silent and poison no longer fills our lakes and streams. Satellites dot the earth as children go to school with others from places far away. Each class has a different teacher that brings unique ideas together to tear down the walls of prejudice and ignorance in young minds.  Forest now rise up where urban sprawl once took up the landscape. People no longer live in prisons of poverty, but borders have been opened and cities now sit deep in the clear blue seas and on the cool white surface of the moon. The air is clean and the sun brings warmth to all who use it's endless light and power. When we take a few moments to set aside our differences and set ourselves free, it will be amazing to find what is truly possible.

is creation itself
a rising in and of
consciousness..
a simultaneous birth of
a 2-sided coin:
subject/object
as thought and perception..
the birth is convincing
in its colors and boundaries
appearing as both
savory and unsavory..
along with its birth
comes ego's desire for
the happiness
which once it knew..
questions are a threat
and its defenses
often most militant..
fears and desires
conceal real happiness
retaining that most
convincing coin...

Reading
a good book
may be an answer
to our prayer...