Origami sails migrate on the
                        waves of breath,  
motions sway its heading.

a voyage of whispers not
                    collected upon,
Motions are collectively wavering

Shores are never attained for
                              flurries fail,
and it sinks crumpled below.

Lighting a Candle before Mass

We light a candle for

       All good people
       All bad people
       And all good causes

Because

        All people are good
        All people are bad
        And we’re working on the causes

I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.

When those red berries come in springtime,
Flushing on your southland branches,
Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.

If you try to tear few bad chapters
whole book messes up..
better to end the chapter,
turn the pages and
continue further....

You shake and you shiver and cry out for me
As you caress my neck with your lips.
You melt into me like the snow in the spring
And my shoulders can feel your snow's drips

Then the clouds open up and present their remorse
Recreating your tears with their rain.
Like bullets the first drops hail down on our heads
And commence their percussive refrain.

I pat your back gently and tell you with care
There need not be a reason for tears.
But the patter of water in puddles is loud
And I say only words you can't hear.

Bam! It hits me! They're fake! I know why you're sad
And the reason you cry is unclear;
You're not sad at all, your snow is not gone:
You cry only crocodile tears.

She exuded an east coast essence
She was dripping in party girl pearls
Her looks weren't her only weapon
She was closer to heaven than most girls

She smoked outside, all Bambi eyed
Decadence running through her veins
The one she loved so tragically died
She left claw-marks on his remains

If you looked deep into her eyes
She'd forever be your muse
She was a beautiful enigma
A shot of your favorite *****

She could predict your future
Along with tomorrow's news
Suitors tried to consume her
But none of them sparked her fuse

No one discovered the depths
Of her beautifully abstract mind
It takes a certain hunger
To conquer a spirit so unrefined

Tonight she makes an entrance
One like your never seen
She's chain-smoking, and ego stroking
Surrounded by local fleas

She has them wrapped up in conversation
They're hanging on to her every word
To find someone more charismatic
You'd have to scour the entire earth

She's gods proudest creation
She's critically acclaimed
A coastal variation
In an ocean of the same