there's something that I wanted to ask
about songs that slowly resonate in my field of heart
are you hear them too, or is just me?
however, I keep that for me.
the songs start easily and grow by time
when my lover comes towards me unannounced.
I'm still on the same frequency as he is,
in a world where speaking words like I love you
have real power, to move the space, to warm up a body
to create a need for more, considering even a life time together.
so, must be a song about love.

things were new, now are old
it's part of this movement in entire world,
life beliefs, dreams or expectations,
are now cheerfully updating.
but what to ask for in this new year?
perhaps the same stuff, plus
a glimmer of wisdom
to understand more better and deeper
the next segment in our life.

have a toast for your new host
which may be a new you,
a brand new day is ahead,
rise your glass of hope and love
to touch the sky, to drink it all
or at least try to do so,
a new year may be the next challenge,
so wake up in the morning and have the courage
to dare greatly and enjoy the achievements in life.

Poetry
Is
Wine;
It
Should
Be
Drunk
By
All
As
It
Is
Permitted
In
A­ll
Religions!

Is it wrong that I want him to myself? That I want to lock him in a caged like a rare bird that can fly as high as he wants to? I want him to only be mine. If it was up to me he would never leave my side because I love him. I won't let anyone touch him but me. He will never see the outside world unless I want him to. Hes so kind and warm hearted, lovable, friendly. As soon as I found him I knew what I was in for. I want him to see only me. I don't want anyone's paws to touch this delicate creature...

Like things growing closely in clusters
are the memories of sweet trying to understand truth
when wrong arms reached out and offered devilish friendship.
As a child you sat reading softness and hope and butterflies
untitled poems rhymed in your head,
Nightmares woke you up, so cruel as to drive you here.
All windows closed and flies and stink festering within
and burning fires untended threatened to burn you down.
As you sit, still reading alone,
poems unwritten.