flutter by
oh butterfly!
spread those wings,
go fly
into the mid-morning sun..
there your inner beauty
can not help
but truly shine

out of this world
into the silence of space
align your soul
with the passion
of your young life
you are now free of any strife.

promise me a kiss,
in your spiritual bliss
may you not forget
those who loved you
without regret
who now are grieving
upon your leaving...

in life, you have graced us
with the beauty of your face
we did not always understand...
at times we sneered
and we jeered
at times we clapped and cheered

but one thing's certain
you gave us cause
to stop and turn
you made us laugh and wonder
you made our thoughts wander

rest gently now
sweet butterfly
your sorrows are
no longer your sadness
we shall remember
this undying ember
the day you were born
in November

sleep in your dreams
peace in you ,gleams
your eyes will never close
into our hearts
always remain close......

Sky Lord,
Airborne, you are without equal
Unsurpassed in your ballet of the sky
Cloud dancing, rainbow colored hues
In this, you have paid your dues..

Born with a poetïc face
And a mind that raced in numbers
You walked tall among men
In riches degenerating into rags..
What began of dashing beauty
Became a scourge of grotesque painting

Aviator, with your broken bones
Break their hearts
In the mystery of your misery
Compensate what you lack
holding intimacies in your hands
Merge their bodies with empty promises
And the poison of the loss
Of your genius
with the disintegration of your sanity

Repeatedly in circles
You repeat your words
A hundred times
Sans grace of rhymes
Paper airplanes torn in shreds
Lie wasted in the grime
Of deathly dust
Like germs permeating
On blackened windows
Walls that hear your wails
And tales of woes

In the end you have lost all reason
In the sadness of your gloom
Many men have spelled your doom
Like an outcast in the desert
You were but an empty shell
No one there to care for you
Though they all gave in to you..
Silent tears deprived the laughter
In the midst of all the fame,
And all the fortune
You have died a lonely and
Neglected man

But, you are up the skies now
And I can just see you smile
Waving like a shy schoolboy.......
with delicate delight in your eyes,
Maybe there, in your spiritual might
You shall be free at last
For airborne, you are without equal
Like a true conqueror of the constellation
You shall sleep in an eternal sleep
Where all but peace shall stay awake
In your heart that is already mended

Run, Gemini child
And run fast
For tragedy is hounding
You in the guise
Of glory
And billing you
For excesses uncontrolled
The end is drawing near….
Though you have no fear,
Must you also have no shame?

Hide, Gemini child
And hide yourself well
Hold still, unmoving
Drop out of sight
And out of mind
For the consequences
Have exacted from you
A high price to pay
A form of revenge
Festering in your unkempt spirit
How could you live
As you have allowed yourself
To lead?

Destroy not your soul
For materials that put their
Patents on you…
Must you go so low?
Can you never go slow?
Downwards is a long
And empty route
It was not the road
That the heavens had
Destined you to take
Though it be the one
You will never, ever forsake…

Be kind dear Gemini child
And go down alone
If you think that you must
Your looks might be lasting
But your heart remains wanting
Let other people move on
And share not
This unnecessary pain
Let time be the judge
Nor excuses be made
For your living the fullest
Through irreverent ways….

Curse of the seasons
Child of the star
Rest but your head
On a pillow of stone
Walls that constrict
From maggots insist
Anaesthetize all emotions
That plagued you in life…

Meet me at Forest Lawn
Where to you I will sing
To wipe all your tears
And sunflowers bring
Moodust on my pocket
And one for the road
Dear Gemini child
Running from cold
Kiss to the fate
All the prophets fortold
Dear Gemini child
So beautiful and so bold
Mine is a love
That time can not fold
Depicted in stories
That shall never be told…

Run, Gemini child
And run fast
For tragedy is hounding
You in the guise
Of glory
And billing you
For excesses uncontrolled
The end is drawing near….
Though you have no fear,
Must you also have no shame?

Hide, Gemini child
And hide yourself well
Hold still, unmoving
Drop out of sight
And out of mind
For the consequences
Have exacted from you
A high price to pay
A form of revenge
Festering in your unkempt spirit
How could you live
As you have allowed yourself
To lead?

Destroy not your soul
For materials that put their
Patents on you…
Must you go so low?
Can you never go slow?
Downwards is a long
And empty route
It was not the road
That the heavens had
Destined you to take
Though it be the one
You will never, ever forsake…

Be kind dear Gemini child
And go down alone
If you think that you must
Your looks might be lasting
But your heart remains wanting
Let other people move on
And share not
This unnecessary pain
Let time be the judge
Nor excuses be made
For your living the fullest
Through irreverent ways….

Curse of the seasons
Child of the star
Rest but your head
On a pillow of stone
Walls that constrict
From maggots insist
Anaesthetize all emotions
That plagued you in life…

Meet me at Forest Lawn
Where to you I will sing
To wipe all your tears
And sunflowers bring
Moodust on my pocket
And one for the road
Dear Gemini child
Running from cold
Kiss to the fate
All the prophets fortold
Dear Gemini child
So beautiful and so bold
Mine is a love
That time can not fold
Depicted in stories
That shall never be told…

tell time to stop
the tick of the clock
no sooner said of
words unspoken
a breath of tears cascading from within
if love be for a moment tolerant
then i can spend the hours wisely
into fantasy come running
alive with never a trace
of doubt...
but.....what is done is done
and what is now-
lost forever
such is a man's fate
in a short span of time
mere mortals fading
in hopeless shadows
blending in obscure background
a foreground of sorrow
and shame
i had my time to live and love
and so goes, i'll have
my time to die...

What verses are these,
Not worthy of thee...

Lost in words that
Would not let me be

In phantom misery
I chase this allegory
To chance upon your grace,
Oh, that I would trace
The now familiar,
Unfamiliarity
And stumble
Into that I mumble

For in your rhyme
No rhythm ever broken
Brand the mark,
In hidden cost
So much confusion
In this unholy fusion

What hast thou done?
Why push the quill,
In secret shadow?

I can not utter one more syllable
I can’t construct another phrase
But let me see ,the final draft
In your benevolent hand
Create a masterpiece, divine.....

There’s plenty more
Inside your core
Words flow like river,
Keep me whole

For no mask can hide
Nor lies, deny
Thou art,
The master of thine art

And in thee resides the words
Beating in thy heart
Love rages...
Thou art the soul of the ages!

(There are those who claim that the works attributed to William Shakespeare were actually written by Edward de Vere).

Oh those glorious summers
of years long past...
bring me back to the splendid
days of our youth
dearest sister, life of my heart,
with your soulful brown eyes
and dark flowing hair,
how beautiful that face,
such delightful grace, you are
a standout among us, like no other
yours is character that never fades
creating a bliss that never fails
I must say, I am the lucky one
I have you as my sister, bright as the sun...

my soul is lost
when i hear
the sound of your name
like whispers in the sea
his echoes
compel the heavens to weave
its magic spell
i touch his face
and all the wonders
there i see
deliriously
i feel his lips
with a sweet delicious scent
of an intoxicating taste

in blind adoration
with feverish admiration
i speak his name
and i am spellbound
he opens for me
sights and sounds
i never knew existed

but my words precede me
so i can describe no more

this prince,
this angel
borne of the moscow winds
blessed and kissed
by the drops of crystal dew
in the fertile russian soil

my life has never been the same
since i heard the sound of your name

Cleveland, 1935......
the moon over Lake Erie
is drenched with crimson light
Peter, Peter, come.....to greet them
in their resting places of the night
fearless you are
and the strongest by far
redeem the butcher's dozen
from the claws of oblivion
unlike this unnamed monster,
you are not anonymous
not hiding in shadows
not nurturing the dark

there is war out there
and you are on the side of
truth and justice
dedicated to compassion
for those that were wronged and hurt
you stand as an example
to generations of your kind
a brave soldier
doing God's work
to protect the weak against
the strength of evil

there is a calm after
the storm
and tonight, I know I
will sleep soundly
for you are there
to catch my nightmare
before I begin to fall........

Shadows of desire
In a sylvan conflagration
Fortold in bamboo pantomime
Incendiary moans
from a cryptic milieu
become a citadel
of apocalyptic proportions

The jazzy pitch
of a saxophone
and the beats of
the sensual drums, afloat
portray the movements
of your body parts....
fingers tapping with a music
unknown....
bring forth a cornucopia
of emotions so wild...
assiduously courting
prodigiously praying
never to be daunted
and never wanting to yield

I am your shadow lover
for you, I will give
In you I will live
For your kiss ,I will breathe
For your touch, I will feel

The world turns
with every sigh that you take
my heart swells
with every sound that you make
Sylvan fires will never cease to be
your love burns brightly
deep inside of me...

blank paper
a white sheet
the purity of nothingness
when thoughts have gone wild
refusing to share mild pleasures
of the soul
leaving blank paper in white sheets
like a ghost in an anemic bedroom

i recall
fragments of the past
the pain of first love
the torments of a forlorn heart
and the shame of rejection
a youth that did not know better
i hear a small sound of laughter
from the corridors of regret
the ache of losing you was too much

have i loved you
without knowing your touch
how your skin would feel in my hands
and how your eyes sparkled when
joy sets in
how your mind could recreate a given
situation,
i don't know you, at all

yet you remind me of many things
of uninhabited beaches
of sugar while sea sands
of multi-colored butterflies
of wild flowers in the forest
and of my youth
(having loved you through the most of it)

the dawn is setting in
and i stare thoroughly
at a mental photograph of you
unretouched by time
i do not know where to begin
to end this love affair
long unattended, never consummated

and as i walk away
from my point of origin
i could only feel
that you have not died
from within me
fermented by years
this place you occupied
in my heart
has left a mark
a scar  i could not erase
nor can the tempestuous
changes accompanying life
you sleep within the soft place
inside my heart
that i have created for you....

Bronze skin
drenched by the light
of the Portugal sun
Lines and countours
slowly shape a man
in his glorious splendour

youth and beauty
chiseled with fire
morning wonders
in the depth of his eyes
Speak they of golden
sensual tales
as their brown color
eagerly traverse the
waiting blue horizons

birds sing their songs
and trees sway in a dance
wild flowers loudly declare
the poetry of his form

Son of the Portugal sun
disperse all our woes
bring laughter sans tears
Ruler of love and
Conqueror of hearts
bathe us in seas
of quiet tranquility
and mesmerize into slumber
the moon up on high

A question within a question
a mystery unfolds
No answer forthcoming
no soul to be sold
to gods and to mortals
to nature and to space
a nest for all sweetness
in the palm of his hand

To share but a moment
in his arms softly lay
is to touch the shimmering light
of the bold Portugal sun!

There are no words
But I have to utilize words,
For I don’t know any other way
To tell you what I see
Inside my mind
When my imaginations fly
Me in different directions,
Everywhere……

The order of the Universe
Is not an accident,
It is a design
Every molecule, every atom,
Every matter, anti matter and dark matter,
Every planet, moon, sun and star,
Every particle,
Has a purpose and a proper place
There is order even in chaos
For the Universe is God’s playground
And the scientists , His messengers
Helping us to understand as much
As we could, in our limited
Mental resources
The vastness and magnificence of it all…

Children of my heart,
You were once pieces of stars
Your forms today involved
Billions of years of
Revolutionary evolution
And so you belong, not only
Here on earth
Which is the place of your birth
But you are also of the stars
As God created you through
The harmony of His Universe…

Travel with me ,therefore,
And in our mind’s eyes
Let us walk gallantly through space
There, truly, we can trace our origins
For God’s face ,too, resides there…
In the stars…

Words can not describe but
Words are necessary
And they are flowing from
My lips now…
For all the beauty that I see and I feel
I see and I feel in you,
Thank God for children
And thank God,
For the Order of the Universe……

A basket of love
In colors of brilliant hues
Is what you bring
You are like home-
A soft warm bed,
A loaf of bread
Someone who lights
Up a room
With the words you speak
And your smile
That lingers long
After first it was seen...

This is who you are
Devoid of masquerade
You are as real
As a sunlit sky
Or a  moon’s
shadow on the sea
For it is hope
That you bring
To those whom
Hope has never seen
You are joy, personified
An angel with invisible wings...

I could say that the Lord
Could not have sent
A better messenger
To spread His words and sprinkle
His love all over...

Stand up and dance...
And make us laugh
For in this world today
There’s so much misery combined
But for one moment
All is well and as
It should be
When you are near
We lose all fears

Give us your basket of love
And let us shine with you
Stand up and dance
And we shall all dance with you...

Save me from this conflagration-
Strangers' desires make people
Do foolish things…
I want to fall in love
I always knew I want
To fall in love,
With you….

Capture me with your eyes
Make me dream of those lies
You are real
But you are not my reality
Yet, you spark rapture in my soul
I always knew I will love
Someone like you

From distant lands we both exist
Spaces can ****,
And so they say,
But images can thrill
And memories can fill,
your uncommonly beautiful face,
I kiss in my mind…
The sound of your voice
That deep, soothing
Masculine baritone,
Unforgettably instilled
In satin velvet
Benignly sensual
Rocking me forth to sleep,
In a slumber of
Unfulfilled fantasies
Unrequited realities
On my own…

I always dreamed I will
Love someone like you…

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....

My  love,
I am so afraid,
That one day,
I will lose my head,
Over the cunning deception,
Everywhere.....
I made many bad decisions,
In my life,
That now cause me so much,
Pain and grief,
I feel I am alone,
Among the street smart people,
Leading me on,
Mostly without defenses....
Armed with trust and love,
I come out in the open,
With rose petal vision
In my heart...
You know, more than I,
The ways of this world..
And I come to you for solace
To ease the confusion of lies..
But where are you now,
My love...
I see you not though
Clearly you are near...
The mystery in you rises
To the surface
And all I can embrace
Are your deeply sonorous voice
And your words...
I know ,you too,have been,
lost in pain
We have to console each other
And shut off  the madness
Of our lives.
So tell me to fear not my love
Tell me to be not afraid
And I shall follow your lead
In a place where you and I
Can embrace in peace....
Knowing not the word goodbye
Knowing only the rainbows in the sky

crystal rains,
silent songs
an angel's breath.....
sweet fragrant memories,
amazing zeal
fragments of the past,
compassion,
and courage
the fire of grace
danger of the unknown
stepping inside a war zone
never to return
a young life cut short
snuffed out...
a body torn to pieces
hit directly
by the renegade grenade
what for, I ask...
it's not simply a task..
can anybody tell me why..
questions in marks
no one..but no one
can tell me why.....

the archangel has fallen
the sea has lost its seal
today the sky has no sparkle
the stars refuse to share their light
but the world still turns
and people will never really learn
history is bound to be repetitive
then all is forgotten
what was is what is...

the war cry has sounded
the wing of the angel hounded
his mellow heart wounded
in his flight ,he is grounded

goodbye archangel of our times
know that love in these rhymes
commemorates the bells in their chimes
when they lay you down to rest,
you sleep eternally in your best..

I shed a tear for you today
not knowing who you were..
we have met ,not in this lifetime
but somewhere in the metaphysical
world of spirits
far, far away where none can hurt us
I dream to see your smiling face again...

when have we become like this?
and what have we missed?
cynicism in a tryst
a superficial list
acquaintances in the mist
the art of courting is dead
the joy of loving , misled
and unto lust it is wed
our minds to this is fed
in loneliness we are led
have we loved and yet not loved?
have we known and yet not known?
our eyes behold it not
only bodies cold abed
the art of loving is dead.

truth lies in the heart
and there is no denying
that sincerity is bred from within
a space unidentifiable
and goodness is a virtue
impossible to clone
compassion for fellowmen
comes from teachings
of old folks of wisdom
and assimilating it comes
from a sense of responsibility
for the welfare of others

in other words,
love of self is placed second
and what is done be done
despite the pain of suffering
and never complain
nor put to shame
circumstances of some unknown god
who neither had a hand
in the goings-on of this world

for years as i metamorphosed
i watched you
the butterfly within the cocoon
all your beauty radiating
to those inflicted by so great a pain
and their suffering became a little less

because of you
i retained my belief in the human race
because of you
i learned to conquer my doubts
because of you
i believe we can still be free
and because of you
i know ,it is good to be alive..

Celestial gardener
Grower of the seeds
Of spiritual flowers
Multi-colored scents
Of restful souls…
You plant on clouds, graciously
The stems and leaves
Swaying in the air
You hold lives in
Your gentle hands
In a little corner in heaven
Where the Almighty has
Assigned to you
To tend His garden
Of everlasting life
There is an immortal
Glow in your eyes
As you nurture these
Cosmic trees in
The hallway on high
No more sadness for you now,
No more painful tears
Or regrets
You have passed on to another form
Where sinister shadows do not exist
And darkness is defeated
By the white of the light
Rest easy now sweet gardener
And spread all your love and kindness
In the eternal garden called “heaven”

For: Francois Jeanne
05 August, 2009

The drugged door
Opened , then shut
Ushered an era
Of pernicious rebellion
A voice that stood up
To stand down
Conquering
And then conquered
In death
Be sleeping
Overdosed
And weeping…

Sing your protests
Vehemently
Hallucinate the dreams
That will never come true…
All your  false hopes
Are trapped in a
Revolving door
That shall never swing back
Nor can ever swing in…

Goodbye rock prince
Sleep well
In your forever slumber
I can still feel your music
And I can still hear your pain…
But so many years have passed now..
Since you’ve made your final bow..

Yet you remain
A misunderstood icon
A tortured soul
A misguided prophet
With a sensual face…
Screaming wildly
And being screamed at
In return

Goodnight my prince
I close the door
And you are gone…
But not really gone,
Your voice will always
Sing those haunted, twisted songs
You interpreted so well…
Selling your soul for a high..
Burying your sorrows where you lie

tender stories to me told
of  yet  another conquest
far so bold
I see their lined faces
not so old,
intensifying heat in
eyes that are cold

I shall always be in love with my Mujahideen
the most courageous man
I have ever seen
wild  beats of heart
they have come to mean
colorful bursts of  flowers
to match fields
that are green

faith to survive
the rule of the hand
praise for the songs
that echo in the sand
fighters whose children
were born for the land
take away the pain that
comes with the brand

I see his wings preparing
for a flight
I see his glow consuming
in the night
eclipsing the sorrow
and the terrible fright
My Mujahideen stands
supreme in the light

Carnival roses bloom late
In early winter
A strange cloud of passion
2 strangers delight
Champagne of gold
Showers like turbulent rain
An adventure that whispers loudly
Of midnight joys

Desires, smoldering in the eyes
Delivered like shock waves
To the bodies,
Smash into souls
Like carnal sighs

With a hint of a tempting smile,
This, I dare say,
Once upon a time
I have met a tall, fair prince of Sweden
And I led him to the wild side
Of the garden of eden

The flaming sun is
About to be extinguished
And the evening star
Will rise, to take its place

Like the cool gentle winds
Of the night sky
Your languid smile
Hush the lonely tears
Into a lullaby
Singing of gallantry and
Bravery
In battlefields where
You excel above all others...

You are not afraid,
Death has no power over you..
What you are made of,
many men only dream to possess
kindness in strength
compassion in faith,
courage that knows no bounds...
the very definition of a soldier
like no other...

it is not in your victory alone
that you are revered
it is your quiet conduct
of playing fair
and your innocence in
atrocities perpetrated
by the monsters around you...
but you did not capitulate
you are unblemished till your end

sweet hero ,gentle general
i lay a wreath of promise
on your grave...
a promise of remembrance
till the day i cease to be..
you will always be remembered..
as a loving husband,
a caring father...
and a soldier’s soldier
a man of principles
and the light of the men you
led in battle ,
the man they know
as their general in the sun...

Some souls are seeking
The kingdom that won’t come
To minds their eyes beseeching
The things that can not part
No longer weary
But fast fading forward
Some souls are seeking
The rest that has long gone

But what if a soul
Shall not want bearing
They lesson it is not learning
By wisdom failing
By knowledge misgiving
Into his inner depths
Do fathom the unthinkable

For want of  light
That which can not be sought
For riches scorned
The path that downhill brought
The kingdom bestowed him
A kingship forlorn
Like vultures waiting
For the lifeless flesh

In silent weather
In cold compost
His eyes are shut
His lips are tight
The people from above
In their weary nonchalance
Will never even know
This  poet’s anguish
The torment of his spirit
For pain unmeasured
For hurt ,undefined

Night time received this visitor
In blindfold rage
Sleep now this worn soul
In his forbidden lore.....

The night has its allure
The contrast of the light
Against the dark
Where faces become blurred,.
Intentions hide in truth
Walking in shadows
Unknown steps….
Leading to nowhere,
And taking a chance….

Misty eyes that sparkle,
blue in color pale
Sunshine in your smile
Gestures flowed with wine
Like a chameleon
You came one night….
And then disappeared
Out of sight….

Who are you?
Lovely lady of the night,
Black be your color
Blue be your life,
Crimson the sky
That watched you go by,
Never to return
From shadows engulfed
Fragrant dahlia a lifeless scent…
We’ve never known you
But know you all too well…

Your story is common
The beginning and the middle
At best,
But in the end the mythic tragedy
Turns its horns upon the beast….
What can we do the least…
But to run and run and run
Try to find you
Try to find the devil in you
Try to slay the slayer
The lavender avenger….

May you rest in peace, sweet child
The pieces scattered forth
In grasses strewn
with blood, invisible..
The essence of your
Tortured mind and
Myriad soul…
Many men have chased
their dreams of you
The blue eyed black
dahlia of the night

What prevailed is the secret,
Weary light….
Who begs to shine on your grave
Because in you, no one can save…..
But you haunt us far and near….
Like the waters muddy clear..

So farewell, oh lovely lady
Let the dahlia rest upon your hair
After all these years you are still fair
After all these years, we still do care….
Longing for your eyes that dare…
Shine the light on darkness lair….

You will never be forgotten
But your mystery remains…
Your epitaph shall read…
"She’s a star, a shimmering light,
And forever spreading, shining bright…."

(Mount Pinatubo and the Aetas)

the mountain god that has slept
for so long
has decided, it is time to rise
and as it opened its eyes
and stretched its invisible limbs
it unlocked a deep fury of destruction
kept inside for years and years
of restraint
not wanting to disturb the people
lying at its feet
worshipers and true believers they are
the few good people left
in this wretched earth
and yet the mountain god
would not keep them safe from
enormous grief and physical pain
they too must suffer
but they are flexible children
they never really complain

ashes flying while lava flows
one by one properties and creatures
were struck down like pins in a bowling alley
it was so fast and so vast
they never really knew what hit them
until it was all over

there are only shadows now
plus sporadic eruptions
the mountain god had made its
presence felt
and as it resumes its former
pose of quiet repose
i see the little black people
huddling together
and coming around
back to sleep at the feet of
the mountain god
as of the start

they said
this is where they were born
and whatever may happen
this is where they will die

so as they reach their
prized destination
i hear a song coming
from their lips
they are dwarfs in stature
but giants in character
i reached out to touch
my little black brothers
with pride
for i love them true.......

when the time comes
that time is no more
and the union of body
to soul ,no longer a lore,
then heaven's door
is nearer the earth's floor
and stars align with planets
like the lines of a sonnet
And You shall be resurrected
with all Your glory ascended
upon the heavens, descended
here to fill us with rapture
our spirits in Your hands, capture

My God, My gracious Lord
we herald Your second coming
In triumph, Your face a-beaming
seeing You when trumpets sound
the judgment call, I ask
where will I be my Lord?
where will you take me?
for the love I feel
no words could ever make real
only my mind talks
and You understand
here I kneel
where you stand

My Lord
cleanse me of sins past
bring me to Your kingdom
at last....
for I have always known
the unknown
and love You from afar
I stake no claim
on reason or rhyme
I believe
without the benefit of sight
I don't know where it comes from
it is beyond my comprehension
So when You walk upon
this earth once more
take me in Your arms ,
forevermore...........
then time ceases to be
and You are all I see

We are locked in a system
Politically,
Historically,
Culturally
And religiously

We think we have order
But our order is disorder

Looking back, we ask..
Where did we go wrong?

Why is the system not working
As it should?

But can we change it..?
No matter how we rearrange it
We go back to where we started

The system has taken its roots
Upon our brains and bodies
It chokes our necks
Until our breathing becomes laboured
Yet, we do not die,
We just rot and fade...

After us , what comes next...........?
I dread to imagine


#jeanrojasforthesystem

Soulful eyes
Riding on a
Gentle smile
The moon begets
An apostle of doom,
A child that flowers
The light of the sun
Was born for anguish
On a mountain of despair.....

To flee from the wrath
Of fortune
To shield the self
From destruction,
A feeble attempt
A wayward contempt,
What was begun
Can never be undone...

Dancer of desires
Bathe a giant wave
That commands the
Emotions of the sea
The winds announce
The coming of a star,
The hero, the victim
In one enormous heap,
Transforms into a man
Who shall become
The fulfilment
Of a mocking tragedy....

Dancer, dancer
Dance for us all
Show us the outline
Of your graceful figure
Before you go and embrace
The kiss of death
The world will never stop
At your funeral
But you shall be dancing
On your grave

And the tears
In your eyes
Will mean nothing
As the curtains close
On your final performance

magnificent warrior
weary king,
the day is closing
night birds no longer sing
your eyes begin to dispose
tears of wasted forlorn.....
silence is your weapon
the only companion that you seek

I don't know
what goes on in your mind
in the twilight of afternoon
but I see your movements
in slow motion
and the fluid grace
that accompanied your youth
..............like a shadow dancer

you were beautiful beyond belief
a troubadour of the gods
climbing each staircase
towards heaven
nearer to the sky of oblivion

in different languages
we say our pieces
in different moods
our moments have arrived
and now I am
thinking of you
and seeing you in a different view
like a stolen reality
in My sea of imaginations

tell me your tales
and break that code of silence
I know there is something
deeper in your heart
that matches....
the beauty of your face

let me sit with you
in this twilight of afternoon
let me touch your being
and drink from your lips
for in my soul I know
that it could be so exciting
with you and your stories
of long ago....

We find ourselves
in this unusual scenario
Neither in love
nor infatuated
We revel in this
Bizarre affair
That both delights
And consumes us
We are not close
In the strictest
Sense of the word
But we are closer
In thoughts and
In feelings
Though far apart
The distance is
No matter
Nothing will stop
Us in the games
We choose to play......
Words, actions,
Moans and sighs...
Like masks hiding
Our faces
In a grand pretense.......

For us there is no past tense
We exist for the purpose
Of our pleasure...
Present and future
Merge and are enmeshed
It cost us nothing
And we gain nothing
Except knowing each other
And hoping that someday...
Somehow...
The echoes of our voices
Bring us together in one
Place
One time....
And this time...
Play the game for real...

On their faces are three hands
altogether telling the hours,
minutes and seconds that pass by
amidst this all
are your smiling eyes
expressively inviting..

from where you are and
where i am.....,
it's just a stone's throw away
i look but not look
yet i see and i desire...

you belong to someone else
but no one can stop me
from dreaming....
and in the dark solitude
of my room
i say your name with a
thousand fluttering sighs

i imagine how tightly
your gentle but sturdy arms
would hold me

i visualize your wondrous kiss
that will linger on my lips
for days and days to come....

this fascination leaves me breathless....
but i take control,
and keep it contained...

- for i know i am alone
in my feelings-

and i have no way to tell you
unless you read my
passionate words...

that your being is already
tattooed technicolorly
in my mind

and all i want is to thank you
for making this tired, old heart
beat again.......

Solemn and fervent kisses
Of the past
Beholden unto memories
Of golden yesteryears
In your mind
In my eyes
The laughing lies
Of unborn sighs

Figure the future
Inside an hourglass
Amused and bewildered
But bending reflexes
The body that cries
In the faithlessness
That refuses to die,
Is the same body
Whose thoughts run
In discord
Without ties…..

I see you
And you see me, naught
Caught in amazement
On the webs of a maze
You tell me
What I must decree
But how can you
When we both can’t be
The words to a windsong
In the fall of the summer long

out of the blue
I think of you
and everything is
as it should...

having you in my mind
is a preoccupation
unequaled in the
depths of my emotions...

why do you come to me,
in all hours of the day
or night?
but I welcome the thoughts of you..
with a glee
that makes all sorrows flee
to set me free

sometimes I wonder
if you know,
but I know that you
feel something too
there is this unspoken
thing between us
or am I overstepping
my boundaries?
with you, I can not take liberties
much as I would want to
and the gulf of year between us
reminds me that I must
keep my dignity intact

ah, but what I would give
just to make you look at me
with amorous desire
and see me in a beautiful light
the way I see you.....

For now I am content
knowing that our friendship
grows in leaps and bounds....
I am happy just to look at you
from afar-
in your small corner
of inter playing time and shadows
beside the main thoroughfare
that is heaven to my eyes...

I relish in the thought
that you lie gently in my heart
like the quiet fragrance of roses
in their magnificent poses
bathed in the sunlight of my
undying love...

For: R.F.
19 June, 2015

The flames of Valencia
Rips through my veins
His colors course
Through the dreams
In my eyes…
Astounding architectures
Along his streets
I gathered….
Whispering expressive
Spanish songs,
In the core of my ears…
Inside a taxi cab..
Running  wild
Unmindful,
My heart soaring
Like the taps of
The feet of
A flamenco dancer…..
Wrapping my very soul
With eclectic passions
Rhythm and rhymes
Church bell that chimes
Carelessly,
Impatiently
He moves his fingers in a dance
….and
To me,
It is a caress,
that leads me to a trance…..

With a  soft cry of passion
I walked the streets
Of Valencia
Like a woman
Possessed…
With his glory
With his story
Loving minute after
Minute
Of his magnificence  and wonder…
Never wanting to leave
his Mediterranean shores…..

Sights and sounds of Valencia…….
With his pious ,stately cathedrals
Where I knelt in awe
Before the ******
Vowing to return,

A hungry kiss upon his cheek
Shall I plant before I go...
This I promise and this I know….

Valencia…..in my heart
You will always stay…
In fervent wishes,
This, I truly  pray….

Verses out of rhyme
From prophets to poets
Out of line
Corridors of restless passages
Form this abode of passion
Of mine
In countless manifestations
Upon seeking representations
To salvage this predicted downfall
About to be genuinely fulfilled

What say you
To my fate in this
Displeasure?
Hiding the crimes
That people must censure
Getting a fix
And giving a trick
Being used like a workhorse
Before my staying power
Is over….

Can I make myself
Come to terms
With failures for fortune
Riding the crest
Of my oblivious popularity
Will they remember
Or can they see?
When white men
Would drag me
To the cell of my death?

I belong here, don’t I?
Like verses out of rhyme

I close my eyes
To nurture the *****
Of this solution
They must inject inside
Of me
To dissolve me
In the fading background
Like lingering shadows
That will never take shape
I brought my hands up
To touch my cheeks
I wipe the bitter tears
As I lay me down
To sleep…….

Body movements swaying
Voices in your eyes
Then the silence broke,
Into a mass of
Convulsing laughter
Fingers tickling my mind
With your scent

I brushed my hand
Through your hair
I sensed
Qualities of
Rare innocence
A sensual flight
On a panther’s gaze
Make up an indolent picture
Mesmerizing me
Into a deep ,uncomplicated slumber,

I hear  magic,
I hear music
My heart perceives
My touch declaims
The very essence
Of your name

There is something
More about you
Than just the way
You wear your clothes
Something more than just
A carve of a smile
Or a tilt of the head

When you walk by
Zephyrs whisper
Mighty low
Attesting to the birth
Of blossoms
And the prayer of trees
Accruing to the slow
Dance of sunlight
And the faint swell
Of the dewdrops
When the morning braves
The lush of the
Green grasses
As the world begins to wake…….

Lost in the day
For the night’s
Chief bound captive
Wandering soul
In the morrow of doom
Love of the flame
Inscribed in a name
Heaven with mercy
Had given this fame

Wonderful feeling
Send strolling the air
Hide not in secret
To this, where I came
In colorful ribbons
To wrap all my gains
To touch all that drops
In winter gold rains

Love then, I shall
This wandering soul
Whose body is free
And can never be owned
By what right I should
Though eager I would
Passing in time
Forgotten in rhyme

Foregoing the consequence
Ne’re regretting the care
Neither remaining
In silver chain’s swell
That which was lost
For whatever the cost
To fallow a lead
And carry this deed

To wandering souls
To mortal time’s fare
Just for a share
In want and in bear
Give me one moment
Or give me but none
For this be the soul
I’ll offer the sun

Return to the clock
Whose hands I would lock
Are then to shock
And fate there to rock
In solid solitude
I dare not arrest
This impossible quest
That I must possess

A toast to thy presence
Without all pretense
Inverting the past tense
In measures immense
Thee be that wandering soul
That maketh me whole
Direct thee but one role
And safe in my lap
A bird that is free
Of the gilded restraint

For to covet a soul
Which I can not deny
Nor pardon for faults
I am not to blame
If I love a being
That God hath create
No matter what package
He be present
Is to love the morning sun
That quench this request…..

To this wandering soul
I lay at his feet
Submitting my past
My present and all
The I rest my case
And let my life fall
On the lap of this one man,
This wandering soul……….

In wolf’s lair,
Will you be?
There to meet me
and greet me
With salutations free
I can see your eyes now
soften with sadness, somehow
But then,
Like the howl of the wind
There you stand,
without fear
You reach for a hand
You will not fail this time
For here your future
Awaits you,
In wolf’s lair,
The glory of your dignity

Morning’s child
And poet’s rhyme,
Etched on your face
The contours of your grace
aristocrat  born
With kisses mourn
The passing of life
Your only destiny

Beautiful man of the ages
Beautiful passion of the sages
You who threw  your courage
In wolf’s lair,at the villain’s outrage

You have won in your defeat
Carried the burden of this feat
Neither the moon in its dark haze
Can forget the intensity of your gaze

Lay your weary mind now,
In wolf’s lair, the cry  has sounded
glasses wildly strewn
Across the earth’s floor,broken
The valkyrie have chosen
Your name they have spoken


You will fight with reason
You, a hero for all season
vaguely a whisper in December
born in sweet November,
dying in July,
On your lips was a cry
Long live
Long live
Forever you shall live
Like the waves in the sea
Like the leaves of a tree
Everlasting in your sleep,
There, the hero will no longer weep

Will you meet me ?
One last time,
In wolf’s lair, the valkyries’ nests
Gently smile upon this solemn memory
That shall forever nurture
And grow in love,
It can never die
And you will  never die,
One last look my hero ,before you go
Into the sky,
Into spirits high
Mark my soul with the breath of your
Silent song,
Pictures of your face
Give me strength to grow
And to glow…
You will always be….
My hero
You will always be,
My love….

The dark demons in my head
Would all proclaim,
The pain is dead
The shot so hard
The price so high
As gawking, ghoulish grins
Come forward to flaunt
The chains emasculating me
In wild, ecliptical regressions
Pressuring my senses
To lie in a calm
That no longer exists

The needles of my peace
Frustrate my confidence, sublime
As i await the restoration of my sanity
The renaissance of my agility
So i squander reality
Like a cyclone
About to unfold
A devastation
This whirling charade goes on
Until the hours
Have long passed their bedtime
The magic of the wasted clowns
Begins....

If i share with you my story
Will you tell a different tale?
For what I am about to say
Would cost my heart
The tears i’ve cried in vain
But i must tell it just the same

Do not close your eyes
Nor cover your ears
If the pretty pictures fade
For there will surely be
Devils where i come from
Within my room
Inside my head

When the magic drugs me
To sleep
Dreams are often dark and deep
Sorry slumbers shattering
A shivering soul
Predestined to meet its end
Where drunken cannibals blend
Into a wretched scenario
Of an afternoon in hell

There is no awakening
Once the reason is shed
There is no truth
To the demons in my head
No truth at all
About what they said
No truth at all
That the pain is really dead

It never was
And never will be...

Once the magic of the
Wasted clowns
Start to begin..

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?

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

Morning is in the eyes of
Those who seek
The waves that lap
To meet the cheek
Death that calls us
Soon and all
Evening bends the will
That has to fall….

Enter life, in essence
Naked to the world
Exit life, as naked as the
Day of our births
Sleep that we have no choice
But to partake
Must in time and place
Break up things
We must forsake

Moving now
As moving we create
Swaying with the breeze
That will never cease
How moments treasured
Just go by,
In a wink,
In a flash,
And forever flying high

Think in my mind
Of you
When you were here
Silently, the tears have fallen
With the fears
Friends we were and
Friends we’ll always stay
In clouds of smoke
I do begin to pray

I see you as a bird
I see you as a flower
No longer man
Your spirit blooms
In splendor
Where you are
Is where God dwells
And where we’ll all be
Someday……

I take your hand
You view my soul
And you take off
On the clouds
In the skies
As morning blends
With the coming evening
I say
Goodnight my friend

Sweet are the thoughts
That you have left me
While you lived
We’ll meet there somehow
And somewhere
We’ll take off together
Soaring the blue and endless heavens….
You were there first
And I’ll be there next……..

Morning is in the eyes of
Those who seek
The waves that lap
To meet the cheek
Death that calls us
Soon and all
Evening bends the will
That has to fall….

Enter life, in essence
Naked to the world
Exit life, as naked as the
Day of our births
Sleep that we have no choice
But to partake
Must in time and place
Break up things
We must forsake

Moving now
As moving we create
Swaying with the breeze
That will never cease
How moments treasured
Just go by,
In a wink,
In a flash,
And forever flying high

Think in my mind
Of you
When you were here
Silently, the tears have fallen
With the fears
Friends we were and
Friends we’ll always stay
In clouds of smoke
I do begin to pray

I see you as a bird
I see you as a flower
No longer man
Your spirit blooms
In splendor
Where you are
Is where God dwells
And where we’ll all be
Someday……

I take your hand
You view my soul
And you take off
On the clouds
In the skies
As morning blends
With the coming evening
I say
Goodnight my friend

Sweet are the thoughts
That you have left me
While you lived
We’ll meet there somehow
And somewhere
We’ll take off together
Soaring the blue and endless heavens….
You were there first
And I’ll be there next……..