She tripped over her feet, and over her words twice as much.
Graceful only in combat boots, and most comfortable
With her hair down, face naked.
She dreamed of flying, so fiercely and so often
That hardly anyone expected her to come down.
She had nothing, but wanted everything
But there was no one by her side; she was alone.
For people tried to escape when they thought she was far gone,
But she always remembered those who left.
She needed someone to stay, to help her, for she was trapped.
Eyes that had so easily and so often been lost to wonder and passion
Faded, hard and cold.
And the voices, the voices of both people she knew and those she did not,
Screamed, "Just one more hit, just one more cigarette,
Just a little blood, just to feel a little bit."
"You are nothing to us," they said. "You are just a loss."
And so, I am her protector. I keep the voices in check.
When she goes in for another hit, another drink,
I stop her, for hopes of tomorrow.
I lay her down as she holds her head and screams, "I can't do this."
I whisper, "You will be free again someday, I promise."
And she believes me, for I will not lie to her.
I am the only one she trusts.
Because she is trapped, and I can free her.

Waking up in the morning of our lives
Seeing the Sun
Hearing the birds
Smelling the scent of sweet flowers
Smiling at this beautiful day
Enjoying the warmth
Basking in the fields of happiness
Seeing a vision
Like a reality coming to life
Grabbing it
Raging through complexities
Forgetting about subtleties within simplicity
Looking forward to achieving
Goals are set
Climbing the never easy ladder
Or the stairwell of
sometimes unethical competitions
Reaching the top where
ego and pride awaits
Submitting to it
Devouring your sense of being
Soaring high
beyond the colors of the rainbows
When dusk comes
preoccupation wins
Sitting down contemplating
pondering thoughts…
Is everything worth my life?
Where is the happiness
that has brought the smile?
And at the end of the day
thinking…
Where are the days
when I used to bask under the sun
In the fields of
happiness?


Mek
Oct07

A Poet’s pen speaks of poetry
Spoken under the moonlight of scattered nights
Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie
Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time

They are of words of absolute truth
An enigma of echoing thoughts
with the passion of smiles and tears
A puzzle in pieces of life
yet to be unraveled by untainted eyes
and souls beating of true heart

They are of verses of dramas
A hanging Light within the bounds
of magic and reality, of dragons and fires
Forever floating like drifting mist
carried by the everyday wind
never touching the mind of the stagnant stream

They are of tides of the setting sun
Rising and falling with man and the Moon
They speak of sunriseof a new dawn
aging like the Sage, with the wisdom of the Crone

And tonight…
A Poetry speaks when a Poet pens
Beyond the night of scattered lights
In the time of a burning candle
…the setting of the dusk of the sun
will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas


Mek
Oct07

suddenly so sleepy
nodding off at my desk
don't know what's come over me
limbs weigh a thousand pounds
it's a concentrated effort of will
to hold my eyes open
muscles made from ***** tar
i feel myself being pulled under
slowly
down down down into warm grey
favorite blanket
arms of a mother
wrapped tight
held close
warm and safe
all over warm
all inside warm
and down down down
further down into night
and play and wonder
into joy and fruit loop philosophies
and cotton candy *** with
childhood friends
and down down down
further down into warm caves of earth
molten black rock steam and sweat
lungs full of fragrant sweet hot
breath of life ancient ageless mind
swept away gone gone gone
lost in the stream mind of one
eye and one flesh and all
of one and down down down
into gone gone gone
into heavy warm wet safe loved all
over all over into
suddenly
so
sleep

I take delight from the suffering
dwelling in madness
when driven far from compassion
no light will take away the darkness

There is no quick silent torture beyond the soul
and on to the flesh
Reason falls from trembling lips
on to deaf ears

Burning hate
like love set on fire
passionate to the grave
ashes over the desire

Savored by the cold and sharp
believe in a savior
who will leave you in the dark
to answer your prayers

Feel your heart beating with hope
maybe it's all a dream
but you won't truly awaken
not to a soundless scream

You will see my burning heart
when the day will come
I am the last star
before you see the sun

Is it all a dream or is it real
not knowing the difference between pain and fear
and either way it stings when you can feel
everything you were afraid of reflecting in your tears

I shall call you my dream
you will see me again
not remembering me
as you never do and it will never end