In the photograph
Of the yesteryear
Time stands still
Within the frames
Beauty never fades
Reliving the past
Reminiscing it
With past memories
Without any words
Poetry is captured
Still feeling the heartbeat
And smiles that speak
A fascinating journey
Through the picture
Face to face
With the past

Anyone
can rhyme,
But only
we,
Bleed
words
on paper

Can you leave
Until the mind does
You may have gone far
And mind in inertia
Forgets to look ahead
Got rid of proximity
But travel the distance
To and fro, everyday
Through the barren path
Rushing from one point to another
It’s the action in inaction
Mind’s in inertia
We may have moved
And the mind lies there
Are we far?

Pink silky pillows of soft skin
Hidden in memories resting deep within
I can see beams of blue and maroon
Outlined by pale skin dancing with the moon
I can see gentle gestures from strawberry tongues
And i can hear whispers urging us to come
But these are now only memories
Kept in the dark slowly slipping away

I still can hear the train
it left here hours ago

It rattled past me down the track
on it's way to Tupelo

I hear the singing rails,
the lonesome whistle song
The earthquake feel of strength and steel
and the quiet when it's gone.

There you go again with that **** hand
held device,
your eyes are but only
hyptonic spin thingys

Your fingers are tools by rote
You foam at the mouth while
your thumbs and fingers skate across glass
squeeking slightly as you CrAcK your gum
sounding like a miniature WAR
I SHOUT FIRE at you!!
And still the squeeking of the fingers with joining
of CrAkIDY CrACK
I even jump up and down with still tipped boots
and still CrAcKiDY, CrAcKiDy, CrAkIDY, CRACK!!!
SqUeEkIdY, SqUeEkIdY,SqUeEkIdY, SQUEEK, SQUEEK!!!
I grab you by the collar and TOSS YOU OUT OF THE BUS,
in my daydream, as I smile inwardly with a child's giddy laughter
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK AND SLIDE, SLIDE, SLIDE,
SLIDE, SLIDE AND SLIDE!!!!!
He, He, He, He, that's all folkes