...Drowned
by each wave
washing the shore
of the ever shifting sands
Colliding memories with
the rising tides
and a kiss
supposedly sweet
A bloom in a whisper
Sunsets of dawn
of an intoxicated
trust
Decadence of the heart
couldn't fill the void
with the skies
of the night
as the pain in the numb
awakens
A heartbeat of a sliver
in my flesh....

...Different hues
they separate the heavens
from this world
Faith is
a fragment from colliding stars
Beliefs were twisted
into a prejudicing principle
of those who are worthy
and not
Slowly consuming us
from within
Selfless has its own
irony to tell and
sometimes
the only way to free ourselves
is to set everything on
fire
and listen
to those who will scream
We are but bones
decaying to ashes
And in the end
truth will emerge
and indeed
we are our own
victims...

...You've been climbing that tree
for quite a time now
You're wounds were healed
scars
concealed by
intoxicating arrogance
and I
see you up there enjoying
elevated by the wind as it gets
inside your head
You
remind me of writers of
golden tongues and
golden pens who
never wanted anything
but to climb that tree
whenever the storm gathered
While poets
walk with the dead
enjoying
the vastness of the
field...