...There lies a plane
in every page of a blank book
where the colors of void
transcend
into a trance
of a silent dark
Beckoning a truth
detached
from chains of pride
beyond the burden
of the earth
beneath an old tree
inscribed by man
Cascading candle tears
signals a quill of its time to journey
into worlds
with the whispers of the wind
and a torch
that lights a painting
of fire...
Soon the flame will wane
blackness
will be absolute
and the dead knows
by the death of a candle
a poet will be born...

...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness
as perfect as
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs
succumbed into
despair...

...Playing with the sun
a warmth in every breath
soaring with the breeze
cascading through wild daisies
A cradle within a sunflower's song
playing hide and seek
under the cool shade
of a contented wrinkled tree
Humming a song
a harmony in its leaves
and a butterfly *****
Stardust
magic in the sky
Scent of a lady and
a memory of a beautiful foliage
And as the sky
descends upon the horizon
into a collision
of melancholic hues
I wonder if tomorrow
will still be
warm...

...Paths amongst forked tongues
choosing the right was light
or what he thought
the light of chance of the right
A scent of fool's gold
Dead trees amidst the breathing
caught by the blind
Treading with the rustling leaves
remnants from a time
when emeralds dropped a morning dew
wading through sinful tears
sorrow of a dying lotus
sinking into a drown
a sheer cliff into the abyss
And as the depth
thrusts a cold dagger
doubts faded to an inevitable
loss...

...Control
list everything
make tomorrows shine
and rise to a new day
Will the sun rise?
Dream
soar high
Breathe into it
Forget the bounds of reality
and make it real
Is it walking on solid grounds?
Plan
Forge a bridge
Build a house
bleed some more
and call it home
Will it be a refuge?
Certainty
nothing is certain
in the word maybe
And that is certain
So...

...Roads upon roads
of winding twilight
a hole in the dark
darker than the nothingness
of everyday life
Hear the night speaks
a crow's caw
Listen to the shivers of the call
A maiden cries
that fills the madness
of an insatiable fear
Naiveté of delirium
is what saves us
from the panic of order
at the sight of chaos and
there's a glimpse
and we return to the voices
of everyday words...

...There are voices
drifting with the breeze
of enigma and
transcending thoughts
Cool whispers in chorus with the night
Distortions faded as
tired man sleeps
She dances upon this unmasked field
Dreams lit by
a smile from a moonlight
upon a night sky bounded by none
Time seems
an endless reverie
as the world lies in soothing silence
But like the waves that
visit the shore
Everything in time
shall come to pass
like a glimpse of
heaven in this hell
Now that the warmth starts to fade away
and the magic turns into madness
that even the silence is
silenced
time yet again for chaos to rise
And soon I know
I would find myself
longing again for those
cool whispers...

...He used to fly
of what he thought
were smiles of the sky
Soared high above the horizon
beyond borders that
never touched the seas
nor the shore
nor the sands
constantly being washed away
He sang with the sunrise
dine with the sunset
dazed by the moonlight and
filled the void
of a hanging twilight
with hopes built on dreams
Dictated by a life of
seventeen bullets
But like all men
he doesn't belong to the skies
And so
he rested
underneath a cold shade
of a dying tree...

...What if
I see the sun
as a golden dot?
And the clouds shroud the skies
choking the neck
breathless
What if I
hear the waves crying
and not roaring?
Would I drown
trying to calm the sea?
What if I feel
sorrow
in the eyes of a storm?
Would it be wrong to assume
that the sun's gonna die soon?
What if I see society
as a desperate act
to control chaos?
What if
I sense betrayal
in every bullet?
What if I
hear lies in every sweet kiss?
What if I'm wrong
does that make me false?

...Once a bringer of truth
elder fire that lights the world
a blanket in the cold
a quench in every thirst
The cawing was never a fear
and storms were always a sunshine
Honor was everything
solid as a contented rock
but those were the days...
And all that remains
shattered glass
remnants of yesterday
And unlike those raindrops
when they fall
they flood
and become
whole again...

...And so I ride riding
not the lightning but
my bicycle not of the shining
Leaving behind golden sun is setting
to the eastern skies my gaze are shifting
Seeking for the myth of the light rising
raging
through forgetting about everything
tears never care on my face come rolling
'cause it's only me and my bicycle
against a darkening world of
the dying…
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
shifted fading wide
sands of time never lied
drifting hopes denied
hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride
head on collide…

...Desperately moving towards
home
Struggling through the dark
heaved by the brown-eyed girl
of brutal devilish beauty
Valentine’s not a pain til
whispers of promises
shrouded the moonlight
Casting shadows upon visions
to seek
what is true
upon waves of colorful fantasies
Blindly intoxicated by
the arrows of the cherub
Getting lost
not in the realm of logic
and of hearts beating a magic
Drunk from the waters of the falls
Wanting to be free
A pain from bleeding scars
fear of void and tears
and yet
dreaming of soaring high
in these clouded
times...

We walk
we run
we rage
…into the last glimpse of the lightning

We seek
we fail
we cry
…within the deepest core of our hearts

We rise
we try
we fly
…beyond visible nomadic clouds

We fear
we kneel
we dream
…outside our own mortality

...The silence of midnight
beneath a relentless choking
moonless sky
brings a dream of
nightmares awakened by
the roars of a
horse-drawn chariot
driven by the
headless one
haunting me since dusk
Tainted amber skies, there
was this urge to flee
but there came a calm…

There was a lingering whisper in
the chaotic silence of his walk at
the edge of a dagger
He held my sanity
wounding a scar
bleeding from regrets
Closing into my ear, I
feel the vile from his breath
I closed my eyes
shutting the world from reality
but suddenly… lightning crashes
Ironically feels like
a soothing touch…

“I am you…

…at dawn if the sun won’t rise
we will build a fortress
and I
will leave you
six feet under
within the solitude of
delirium…”

…In the Deafening Silence of the Night
a teardrop plunges on stillwater
Ripples turn into waves of emotions
deep in reflection
A clouded certainty of
blinding
deflecting
Illusions
Wading through shallow streams that
drowns me in a delusional enigma
Struggling to emerge from the tides
forged by swords and spears
And with a haze in the air I
sit and ponder where
to tread my path of beyond
To the eastern horizon I
would go
Anticipation of the sunrise in the
morning meadows of
angelic songs
Where brightly colored poetry
pens the sky of a dawn and
paints the rainbow of
bliss and serenity
Forever Sunshine of
undying aspiration
Radiating through sages and flowery vast lands
But the ebb of the flowing river streams with
the widdershin of a withering hope
A shivering truth now haunts
the very core of my soul
Seeds of yesterday will soon
come to season and
the reaping will soon rise beyond my
towering fort…

It’s me and my bicycle
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle
not of the shining
Leaving behind
golden sun is setting to
a different horizon
My gaze are shifting
seeking
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through
forgetting about everything
Tears never care
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on
collide…

…Yesterday was fine
though not really
Maybe it was
maybe it
wasn’t
Maybe the colors were obscured
I was just dreaming of tomorrow
…What will come my way?
It was her… then she came
Together in each other’s arms
It was a cry
it was a smile… perhaps
But whatever it was
It sure was one hek of a time
We danced
and danced against
the music
Maybe I was drunk
Then again maybe
not… who knows?
I was shot then
I breathe
…was it worth every breath?
Maybe… maybe not
Maybe I shouldn’t be here
just maybe….
But I’m tellin you
it was worth every smoke
I was there around the corner
when it rained and I
took yesterday
looking for a silver drop
in the harmony
of my chaotic
dreams…

Hanging in the twilight of
distorted sleepless
dreams
Slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy skies over
dying stars and black skies
With each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
Restless… a choking of the neck

Ascending cries never ending
A deafening
silence
looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
Hanging upon a dead willow tree
No peace but a void of
a transcending despair and
a struggle in every
breath
Yesterday’s a masterpiece
blackened
Emerging strife of a desire to live
…lamenting of a withered bloom

and so it says but never
heard…
Is there a better tomorrow at
the end?

As a kid I
wanted to bring the sun down with my
slingshot and a pebble but not
my pet rock
And so I aimed
and aimed so
high
with my slingshot and a pebble
but not my
pet rock

And so I released
released the pebble
rocketing up in the sky
so I smiled…
“…the sun will soon go down”
says I…

But the pebble…
the pebble plummeted down
down, back to earth
turning into a falling star…

So I gazed upon
this daylight wishing star
wanting to wish…
but I felt
numb

And as my gaze followed
followed this wishing star
it hit not the ground
but a man’s head reminding me of Jack
Jack breaking his crown…

And for the first time as a kid
I saw a man turning into a raging bull
A raging bull he became
charging towards me
with fire in his eyes and blood
on his crown

So I ran
I ran racing the sun
and so a lesson learned
what goes up
will surely go
down…..

Some things don’t just
fade away
Mesmerized by a song that was once
sung
…melodies of time
Thoughts brought by the days
that were once a tomorrow
Whispering to every ear
touching every beating heart
Could be pain
could be
smiles
laughter and tears
A melange of intertwining emotions
spiraling with the ever changing face of
the silver shinning moon
A melodramatic prodigy of the night
blooming with the midnight rose
in solitude with the cries of
each
distorted
smile
Wanting to let go of the burden of the wisp
but not of the melancholic scent
Memories of walking
hand in hand
and the nostalgic breath of the wind
soothing but sometimes cold
Rekindling old flames
over and
over
again…

…A cold wind blows
awakening
a hollow in the heart
A familiar nostalgic entity
lurking in my nights
A melancholic singing of
desperate voices
whispering through the breeze of a dry
solitary
twilight
A haunting
embracing
the abode of my sanity
Running away
from an undeniable void
brought by dark fires and tears of
what was once thought a numb
beating heart
A nightmare in my slumber of
sleepless nights
Wanting to break free and light
the candle
to see through the dark
but I find myself being
succumb by the
cold…

Shades of the Moonlight
speak of a different hue
She calls with soothing warmth
Hair waves loosely
An embracing reality of a touch…
Her sweet whisper’s a spell of a
Midnight Solace
beyond seas of the horizon and
sloping meadows
perfection over anything…
Fingertips gently rolling through
cascading landscapes of silk
Flowing unmasked skin
Hair raising… not of the cold
but of sweetness
within the night breeze in each breath…
A scent of a Night Flower
…floating magic in the air
Its Soul touches my Heart
a sensation of oneness
Showering falling stars
basking beneath
a mystical
moonrise…

…A Moonlight’s quill pens
a poetry of
whispering cries and
realities of silence
Fear flowing upon bridges
within streaming melancholia
touching the cheek… loosing the glow
Filling the void with
nothing but the pain of tears
Shades of emotions
the feeling of nothingness
Distorted
struggling
smiles
amidst the heaving burden…
An attempt so desperate
leaving you more in pain
Like shattered glass
a silence
broke
free…

Hanging in the twilight
of distorted sleepless dreams
slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy
skies over
dying stars
with each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
restless… a choking of the neck

…ascending cries never ending
a deafening silence looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
hanging upon a dead willow tree
no peace but a void
of a transcending despair and
a struggle in each breath
yesterday’s a masterpiece
…blackened
emerging strife of a desire to live
lamenting of a withered
bloom…

And so it says
but never heard…