the day is passing like a riot
a cloud of people
chant the jailbird's song
a string of placards
encircled the throng
a meteoric rise in the atmosphere
has reigned in the souls of many a fist....

the heart of a crowd
is listening wildly
to speeches and voices
emphasizing a point
and views that each and
everybody shares
a unity that binds the masses

there is one man
that head the arms and bodies
of this throng
and he comes on strong
to those who have done
the nation wrong
a slim and simple being
seeing, seeking and wanting
some changes
some soothing replacement
to this scourging arrangement

the sun shines through him
and although wounded with scars
knowing one cell to the other,
he keeps the challenge
in his soul
and tried to reach a porch
in the sun
for his people, for his children
and for all that will come,
after him.....

The music drifted,
Then, faded
When I saw your eyes
There, I dreamed of paradise
You asked me to bring you
To my exotic land,
So with pleasure
I take your hand

Here in summer’s kingdom
Will we be,
You my angel
Flying free,
Like a bird that hurls
Its spirit in the sky
You spread your wings
And take me yonder, high

Tender did the moments
Travel by
Tender still the touch
That rested on my cheek
Warm and soft like
The tropical rain
Your voice I hear
And nothing I fear

Angel with the golden hair
From a land of winters
And midnight sun,
Kissed with the morning mist
Of sweet dewdrops
You come to me
One balmy moonlit night

Never again, will I be lonely
never in tears but joyous only
for you are the words in this poetry
you make me smile in wondrous revelry

time,
if time be kind,
to unwind
reverse the hands
with no demands...
will I see you
will you be mine,
even for a day
or a night
of unconcerned passion...
your smile,
comes up like the sun
in your eyes...
and the beauty
that I see
in your face...
I have seen in
no other man...

there in the land
where midnight is day,
cold winds wrap
my body and hold it
like a caress
I dream of a castle
foreign in name
but so common to my soul

you are someone I can not touch
yet you are someone
who has touched
the deepest chambers
of my heart
like a restless vagabond
I seek to know the
emotions seething inside
your mind
for in my mind
I witnessed your glory
in Rockelstad Slott
so dashing
so full of life
in debonair delight
I swoon in the brilliance
and the radiance
of the being that was you....

give me one summer
in Rockelstad Slott
that is all that I ask
of time...
give me one summer
where you and I
will be one...
the Swedish skies shall
witness this rebirth
of a love ,the prisoner
of a flame
enhanced by memories
of a handsome count
that once lived
in the land
of the midnight sun....

Do not steal my moon
and leave me out to sea
with tears of passion....
Where is my moon?
the one that I pledge to
of my undying love,
how has it covered the sun
and still be hidden from sight?
how has darkness
with its heavy footsteps
Come to knock at my door,
yet leave the light
craving for more
of an empty musical score
In a night without the rays
of its breath,
making it a cynical stage
in a meaningless world...

I have come to ask you
In this moonless night of pain
Not to forget me,
when you close your eyes
to kiss another lips...

Do not forget me,
when you cradle another
one in a fervent embrace...

such spectacular feelings
of which I have never
come to know....
nor my eyes have come
to see....
nor my touch has come
to taste...

remember my name
and its sound of life,
remember my song
and its words of woe...

oblivion is death
in the hands of
a twisted dagger
piercing my heart
with a magnitude of sorrow
unmatched...uncontested...
with blood in
the wine of regret...

I ask thee only
to forget me not
For I will always
thee remember
Remember thy face,
they voice...
and all that in thee
I have come to love..

For if my moon were there
then I could swear
with all my might
and turn this lonely day
into a moonlit night
of chance,
and romance

Where is my moon?

Sounds of a guitar
Sliding through the chords
Of my heart
The music is rock,
But it feels like
Free-flowing tenderness,
The gentleness of rain
As it drizzles through
The mellow pavement
Voices singing
Fiercely melodious
Of melodies untrained
Yet well contained
In a pool of unforgotten
Memories.....

You were the gentlest
Soul I have ever known
Straight as an arrow
In principles not wanting
Sometimes your stance
Was misunderstood
But you only bother
About what is good,

“A loving husband...
A doting father......”
Your epitaph may well
Be written with
These simple words....

I hear your whispers
Loud and clear
From the spiritual side
Of a non-physical world
I wish I could say more
But words could
Flow no more...
All I know is time stood by
When you breathed your
Last worldly sigh....

So here I am
Alone and awake
In the middle of the night
With  music in sight
An empty room and
Two electric fans
That could not quench
The stifling heat

Sounds of a guitar
In a well organized
Chaotic music that rocks
The loneliness within me

And then I realized....
I really, really miss your presence.....

the man will stand
and take my hand
stop the band....
he has a magic wand

look, the photos click
in place, like a tick
of the clock so chic
is it a trick?

or are you an illusion
to my sad delusion
is it merely infatuation
or is it simply frustration?

you are so richly debonair
a quality so rare
of grace magnificently fair
i love the color of your flair

you don't intrigue me
by what you have, you see
it is though these things three:
your face, your smile and thee...

deep set eyes of mystery
you give a solution to this misery
in a sad world of disenchantment
i see no end in disappointments

fair-faced being of the sand
so straight in time you stand
of principles so thorough and deep
you fight for all creatures that weep

poet of kings
you create a thousand rings
around my saddened heart
i only live by what you impart

i see tomorrow in your eyes
that never knew the burden of lies
teach me the way to fly
and all the things that answer why

and as i read your words of rhyme
i hear the bells that chime
to herald the coming of an age
to release a bird in a cage

shall i, to you, speak
and hear my voice so weak
so you may feel my hungry touch
that wanted you so much

or shall,i here, in any place stay
never to move or go away
absorbing colorless dreams
imbibing lifeless beams

if i had not known you, i will not be whole
a master of words, soul of my soul
i beg to meet you in a place
that defy all measures of time and space