She lives alone in a rented pigeonhole
with a lone window forbidden from sky
her skins now a parched scroll
in her eyes no more sparks’ fly!

In that april shadow as she stood at the stair
she looked an absurd ghost from faraway time
the world moved on but little did she care
rested her beauty cocooned sublime!

From across years looked her ethereal face
as if she knew the question haunting me
enough to shatter her fragile happiness

why you never did marry!

Perhaps I had my fill in that first moon crush
when my caged heart was dreaming to be free
pierced her words the evening hush

*one love was enough for me.

The things I see with my own two eyes
I mean to me its really no surprise drugs and prostitution to my left and my right
cops killing people in the  middle of the night its a  crazy crazy  world and I can see that I'm blessed
can't really let my mind be frustrated with stress
I see people in the world putting there life to the test
and I'm just out here sipping on my drink trying to figure out what's best or if I am next on the list to give in to the stress
body all sweaty but she thinks I am fresh
don't think of the past keep those feelings compressed
I see world full of unlimited possibilities so who really knows what's next
so do I see or am I blind and in the future moments what will I find
I mean in this moment I am feeling just fine just on a quest to claim whats mine  
couldn't stand the military or stand in a line
I seen a path  for my feet and it was all just mine
chasing after life is one hell of a climb but at the top will I be satisfied
two promises in life which is you live and you die so how do I wanna spend the rest of this time
so many questions I ask and the answers are mine my philosophy of laugh now cry later is what I have found
so many people shake your hand with the daps and the pounds
only in the next few moments they are putting you down I'm king of the world but I'm not wearing a crown
so many say there happy but inside they just frown
I see a world with a square table but with me its round
i don't know where I'm going but I won't hold you down
I knew this was coming just didn't know how
Now it all makes sense and I just gotta let it out sometimes I just sit around and laugh at myself because we'd all just be lying if we said we didn't need our help!
Books to be read but they just sit on the shelf  people say there real but most are just ELF's
we lie so much because we've been lied to so much I mean cant we see enough is enough!

In case you didn’t know, Kalypso’s father passed away a few days ago.
I just received an email from her and she asked that I express her appreciation to everyone on HP for their kindness.  So, I thought there would be no better way for me to do so than by posting her own words.

She wrote to me:

People have been so sweet and the messages I have received are just so kind. I never thought I would receive this type of reaction. I truly found a community of wonderful souls and I am so thankful for them all. I will post something saying this soon, but if you wouldn’t mind saying how deeply touched I am for everyone’s condolences and kindness…I would appreciate that. I just can’t find the words.

Kalypso

Can a year change a man

to what he is
from anything else

of life
his notions
emotions

Can a few garbled words
of unshapen thoughts
inked on paper
carve the way
for the rest of his days

Can a teen’s painted mind
a treasure finds
that he holds on
making him alone
but rich in loneliness
never craving to possess
but embrace
what’s his destined
a love a heart
but when goes past
never breaches his trust

Can a year make a man
what he would be
the rest of his life
when he inked on paper
his first poem
that to this date
shapes his fate
keeps him free.

Did all these the year

1973.

To give their face a facelift
on the lip and around eyes
invented was lipstick
extracted from dyes.

Ah a woman’s lips
have held for countless age
her mind’s secret tips
love, hatred, rage!

Her lips parted pursed
speak the subtlest lines
of a relation gone accursed
or one in glowing shines!

It’s not when lips do part
but when she’s tightlipped
the silence breaks man’s heart
the strongest one gets ripped!

But sure her puckered ones
they invite you to a bliss
sparkle like thousand suns
when land on you as kiss!

In the village haat
our hands collide
my left with her right

a moment’s flirt
she by my side
in the paraffin light!

Comes to close
she quickly goes
blushing shamed

how she knows
bloomed a rose
to be never named!

Hope you had a good night’s sleep Faye
He coos holding the cup to her lip
Nice isn’t it the morn’s first sip
And be ready for a lovely day!

By the way sweetie I had a good sleep
Long, dreamless, deep
If I don’t count that recurring nightmare
You’re sitting broken on your favorite chair!

Can’t stand to see you broken that way
From me you ever being taken away
And one morn here I’m alone to weep
Not holding a cup to Faye’s lip!

You know sweetie I meant it true
When I said would die without you
For you my love is so deep grown
I see it mirrored in the rusted bone!*

Faye’s eyes don’t move a blink
His words in her quietly sink
There’s a thrill in her timeworn bone
That her man would never have tea alone.

Death is the one true peace,
the one true freedom,
where all pain, emotion or worries cease,
where there's no need for wisdom.

A vast emptiness or a cloudy paradise,
death brings an end to all things,
including wounds and cries,
it's the inescapable gift nature brings.

Life is filled with sadness and pain,
sadness for the dead and pain to the living,
but the dead don't care nor feel the rain,
that falls from the living, still crying.

Death kills life but hurts the living,
they're left with guilt, regret, sadness, anger, hatred and love for the dead,
death makes captives of those still breathing,
death is the cage in which the living are held.

Death is the one true peace,
death is the one true chaos,
Death is freedom for the dead,
death is captivity for the living.