there was a girl,
a slight girl
with peppered flush cheeks
and golden brow
where heavenly sways
within her keep,

there was a girl
with lips ghastly glow
sweetly pale under
the glints of the sun
and the way the sea
foams on coral shores

there was a girl
with strong curved legs
taken like from a marble stone
and plump hips blanketed
like the gentle ***** of
a rolling hill

there was a girl
with eyes reminiscent of early dawn
the light of day which so few ever sees
the iris retracts as the brightness ascends
still retaining the speckled flecks
of a thousand floating stars

this girl was a girl
with no ordinary talent
and no great mind
yet with laughter like sugar crackers
crumbling in a hot potato stew
she held the weight--the meat
wrapped around her bones

she would hug her elbows
and bite her lip,
collect sweat beading on her skin,
sit in a quiet corner and ponder
what lays beyond the walls
which alluded to a great yonder

Have you been there?
The place beyond
the trees.
Someone's whisper
reached into my thoughts
drew me in
like a fish oblivious
in death
reeled by the line.
Blind faith
the present moment
food for the fish
is food for the thought.

In truth
it's false
like a mirage
the horizon
the lull before a tsunami.

It's a trap
that bit on the line
the singular idea of it
yet I saw nothing
knew nothing
I was the family at the beach
swept suddenly away by the monstrous wave
Gone.
A lull
before the end.

But have you been there?
that place
Beyond.

Listen to the whisper
let it guide you
to the end
meet me there
in my thoughts
the place
beyond the trees.
It's not the horizon
Farther, farther
waver at the edge
Your mind
beckoning the beyond
like a mirage
a mystery
the place beyond the trees.

Old Mother’s hands shook,
When pouring my tea
And I’d
Savor the scent of hyacinth.

Old Mother’s hands shook,
When scribing time
And I’d
Wed her fatherless daughter.

Old Mother’s hands shook,
On cloud, under crevice,
And I’d
Lift her cup to lip;

Old Mother’d drink,
Her hands, like the trees,
And we’d
Both cry tears of ecstasy.

So, this spider was crawling up the wall,
The wall, which had its cosmetics coming off.
The wall, which was mum.
It had seen much.
I was there, under this cursed ceiling fan,
Which was creaking monotonously.
The portraits and the tapestries,
With the rusted nails and hooks under.
The sedimentation of soot,
On the walls,
On the ceiling,
And on the pictures.
All silent,
Dead silent,
Except this cursed ceiling fan.
The ambience,
Was in its nothingness.
As if, they were looking at me in awe,
As if, I were a trespasser.
Unanticipated, I heard rumblings,
And chantings,
And phrases.
The wind in the room suddenly came to life.
The Air, spoke something into my ears,
Something unintelligible.
The frequency went up,
And up, and up.
Ultrasonic vibrations, were those.
The portraits glared at me,
I was becoming anxious,
As well as having eerie feels.
My eyes glued on something,
Something creepy.
I remember,
How four score and seven revolutions of this planet back,
My 16 year old friend had perished in this very room,
Under this very cursed ceiling fan.
Now, not everyone can live for a hundred and three years,
And remember an incident.
Oh, and yes, my eyes glued on my own portrait...

...We do exist,
We defy science.

Beauty
What if a Mark was Listening
And a Paul was Simply Grace
A Tesla Tiger
Angels Wings
To Take us into Space

And Musics Life
A Dance Divine
With Thee
I turn  to Arms
Now Mine
Our Love Unheld
By All but This
Our Time so Sacred
Only Bliss

This Travel Real
Beyond all Known
For You
I SHOW
My Wings
Now Grown

A Woman
For a Man
CLAIM Man within this Flesh
A Heart for Woman 's touch as Well
Our Rhythm's Love
A Calling Bell
I ask our Soul
If this is True
It says to me
Done Unto You

Beyond the Summer
Beyond the Wave
Where the horizon melts

Beyond the Melody
Beyond the Memory
Where the healing begins

Beyond the Sky
Beyond the Hope
Where all the stories continue

Beyond the Mystery
Beyond the Misery
Where things will start making sense

Beyond the Fire
Beyond the Shadow  
Where I can talk to you

Step by Step
Light by Light
I want to be there

Al di la
Escape the eternity
— Beyond

Have you ever noticed?
silence gives time to emptiness 
to unfold it’s pristine space.
I won’t answer your call,
sing of love if your heart is screaming.

Have you ever noticed?
darkness gives shape to the light
that everyone has got inside.
I will hide from your glance,
set your eyes on fire if you see shadows.

Don’t mistake what’s not easy,
dig surface up from under, you’ll see,
you can get more than what you can give.
Please, always, go beyond…