Weary of planning his next escape
an addict wants to outlive his condition.
But he is wary of moods not ruined
by expectations of danger on the horizon.

Bulletproof roses lay upon graves of the brave
providing the solace of better days.
But I remain motionless and weightless
Even as I swim through lakes of fire thinking the unthinkable.

As blacks arouse Anglo-Saxons to declare war on the blind
the idea that they could walk on water hand in hand
seems like the delirious incoherence of the presumed dead.
That's why I pray now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.

Among cliffs where a white eagle does pirouettes in the sky
There is a home for a lost boy
One who hears drumbeats announcing the next battle
One who sees tweed doing a sentimental war dance.

A red-faced son fights to leave his mother's womb
Cold air filtering through his lungs.
Things change lanes at the whisper of the sun
Blazing trails for my ink as my spirit sets sail.

I'm not afraid to fly my words to the moon.
It’s been a long time coming
this unveiling of my thoughts to the world.
Surely our hearts beat in the constancy of harmony.

With the prudence of solidarity
Living water liquidates my tribulations
as you rearrange the strings of my guitar.
No longer so worried about the path my fear is torn in half...


Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010

At the drop of a pin
Changing faces discover flashing lights
And Sadness is dressed by a whirlwind.
In the aftermath Sincerity cuts through lies.
Holding their breath waiting for permission to remain
Angels standing at clouds’ edge cry quietly
As fierce tensions rock the world’s foundation.
So it is for the man who looks in a mirror
Only to see himself crawling under stars
Doing a costly disappearing act.

As a bow strikes a violin so I find your heart beating
Near strangers sitting beside the last sacrifice
An immense road separating fear from truth.
Constantly looking back at an everlasting darkness
Scripture unfolds in my mind
As tears flow step by step through a circle of uncertainties.
As provocations capture my senses
As velvet rises from my pillow
As a baby’s cry ascends Mount Everest
I want so much to hold you one last time.

I remember arithmetic transgressions of lust
A blink becoming a wink
And solicitation becoming pain coursing through my veins.
Even now the acquaintance of our shadows
Seeks the moonlight of Venus’ deceptive smile.
Truly our first kiss
Was a picture worth a thousand words
Hearts pounding
Desolations waiting
Lips setting traps for waking naïve souls...


Rony Joseph All Rights Reserved 2010
Edited by Tamerlane 2010

My Eyes


A deeper harmony ignites my soul
As I walk by her ****** expression
Silence breaking bow and arrow
Seeking the master
Tearing the waterfall in front of its shadow
Seeing my nakedness unveiling the primal vision
Of souls seeking one more circle
The ambition creates emptiness beyond life.  

The velvet violet strolls each petal
With emotions of a ballerina in concert.
Sitting beside a blue butterfly
Silently ******* the moon
The reliance of a new day brings an oceanic love affair.
Through her soul I rediscover my purpose
The oscillating fanning of a blank canvas
New moon approaches.

Untangling the beauty of rose
Singing the echoes of a lifeless falling star
Seeking the birthright of skylight
I cultivate a noble desire Stand before of fear
Pushing it back through a hole of deception
Like an Aphrodisiac
Sending a symphony of leafs
Crumbling down the crevices of my soul...



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In my vision,
I walk alone in the middle of a sand storm,
Footprints flow through the breeze,
A gray mirage swirling over me,
The bleeding tears continue to hold me
Down throughout a circle of passages,
A proposal turns her senses into a sudden rain
The reincarnation of peace, Battle inside two souls
Fighting for one man, His gloves came off,
And precipitation of menace
Burning sensation beneath desire,
And then the side walk saw the birth
Of a concrete rose fighting upstream for his last breath,
The crown of victory at the end of a river bank,
Hosting a round table of clouds.
A petition through the winds of time,
Seeking the salivate of their fear,
Where a kiss of betrayal take flight to another autumn.
In the middle of lunar an eclipse
Her lips became untouchable, guilty as charge
Walking back in silence, a solace of malice stands
In front shinning light, Ready for the battle of the braves,
The line has been cross; there is no point of return
Forcing the wings freedom to ride
On a wave of redemption, clarity saw the reflection of pain
Through the windows of my heart,
A tear drop pace back in forth inside the corridors of rendition,
The sorrow of strange man flirting
With emotions of truth and fairness.
In the line of fire,
The sword of your opponent vanished
by the mysterious humor,  
Restless warrior untied your hands,
Form the tree of seduction,
Suddenly slavery went by with a dress of honey,
Pressing against the current
A proposal of lies bound by the night of Reliance…


Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010

A line of fire
We get caught in the middle of the skyline
Winds Past in silence
Courage under the moon
A clear rendition of suffocating white lies  
Untimed whispers hidden behind a window
Decades of emotions
Masquerade of an impatient Night
The storm, the dance drowning shades,
Unseen misery to a natural surrender
A pinnacle of my appeal
Steering at the naked dreams of a lover’s farewell
A silhouetted broken expression of risen desires
Into a thin wave of flight welcoming the rose
Falling through a passionate rebirth of the renaissance puppet
A morning light drifts your senses on journey of the heartland
Belittled by the night the moonlight brings serenity
Where only the clouds plunge their minds,
On an escape of knowledge pressing against crossroads
The Countenance of the sun, had visions of unheard tongues
Transporting her emotions through a portal of forgiveness. . .


Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2009

Jesus told the father “I brought glory to you here on earth
By doing everything you told me to do"


On a clear day,
Lighting came
Closer to unveiling
A true warrior
A nation embarking on
Notion of surrender ~
The glass is full of clarity.
Rapidly, his senses open up
His heart, and tears found a
Place in heaven.
A state of unity
Was born right in
Front of our eyes.
Dreams from another era
Seem so far away,
Yet closer than a blink of an eye
The creation of an idea
Was placed underneath his veins
Reality at the stroke of midnight,
The mirror looking back
Said, "You walked many roads
Behind an illusion,
Leading you on circle of despair
The street lights follow your
Silhouette with eyes wide open
Expecting a miracle
Right from the start
Many sit along
The river bank
Waiting for a
Breeze of fresh air
We stand alone
At the cross road
With our fist in the air,
Let it be known
Through the airways
"Yes we can."
Message in a bottle
Sent by the prophets
He who seeks
The fire of knowledge
Will walk amongst the brave
Touching the sky,
With thoughts of becoming
A fearless leader walking
Along a path of enlightenment
As a bright horizon appears
Revealing his true calling

By Rony Joseph - ©2008 - All rights reserved

The plain field turns down a clear path to exaltation,
Countless time we spent mesmerizing inside twilight.
I imagine the softness of her skin or just dream about the touched
Of her kiss, tensions before the last questions to be answer.

The love from within or should I said, the lust waiting for the truth
To penetrate the untouchable journey, a lifetime of blows,  
Always come back to that night, our embrace was brief
I felt each bone of your body trembling; it wasn’t fear of falling in love;
Thoughts crumbling down my vein, allowed the sensation of nakedness
To corrupted any piece of mind.

The walk back through my nightmare was interrupted
By a soft voice touching the cord of my soul,
Them a sea of silence came across the clouds
So I can reach for the stars and sang.

A picturesque frame with a notion of surrender,
Candles are lit in front of the illusion,
Wait for a wink of an eye to fill the empty cup.
The road ahead force the wind to catch his breath
Simply hold on, don’t let go.

The sincere approached of a concubine
Strolling towards an invincible altar
Pondering on the moment of truth
She began to tear her veil form her face
Forcing the thinking man to sit inside
Rendition.


Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2009