I used to believe I wanted to be like water.
Water that melds into any shape.
Water that is relaxing and peaceful.
Water that, when given enough time, can cut through anything.
But now I realize I want to be like fire.
Fire that gives warmth and comfort.
Fire that burns fast, creating its own path.
Fire that gives light in total darkness,
Giving you an opportunity to find your way out.
Water is used.
Fire is untamable.

At the edge of forgiveness.
The stars sing to my eyes.
Planets aligned.
And I forgive you.

Toward the tranquility haze.
Celestial Sapphire blooms.
Heavens daydream.
Arcadia reverie.

On light wings I blaze.
Outer planet and into the macrocosm
Into forever passed eternity.
And beyond the beyond.

I travel to the creator.
And observe the expanding canvas.
Void becomes darkness and light.
And Life and death.

Walking through the fabled night
of ancient skies and gray sidewalks
Stepping into the world
of hot humid June

When metals towered over the sky,
Like match sticks lined up above stones
the luminescent streets blazed
into the night

Those glasses that shimmered
bright lights and yellow fireworks,
Falling with gravity,
relishing in sweet air and downfall

The wind from a distant land
that caressed the trees,
their shadows dancing
on the streets

I saw you there in broad shadows
when I marched amidst silence
I have lost my path
to the night that has fallen

But in your eternal flames, I stood
knowing that I’m still here

Bring from the beyond

a stone
as proof

of existence,

that our bodies

remain in this

dimension.

Bring proof

that your soul,

having departed,

will return

on the morrow,

reborn
in a world

of a new body;

new homes

made of matter.

But

what if we

the struck
evolved from a bacterium;

the Big Bang theory,

Charles’s ape?

No soul remains after death,

we don’t even have one;

prayers fall silent,

hymns fade away,

monasteries

SILENCE.

Is it not frightening?

Does your heart not ache deep inside,
even if you say

you don’t believe in greatness,

somewhere within
you beg for forgiveness.

Prayer saves

from the darkness

of vanity.

Are heaven and soul
made of atoms?

Oh my dark pain,
Won’t you let any cracks to beam?
You deprived free will from my happiness —
Now they wander like fugitives
In their own hometown.

Tiny crumbles of faith
Fear to cluster
Because of you.

Leave some seats for the light.
I’m shivering like a candle’s tiny flare
Alone in the night.

Tell the thunders to call a ceasefire,
Let the clouds calm down.
Don’t blow so hard—
Just breathe,
Stoke my fire up.

Face the truth:
This war
Will never end.

I was a seed, resting in my silky nest,
Hoping to grow in fertile land.
My core was coded to bloom in red.

I fell to a land that seemed like heaven—
Shining white clouds, a verdant, pure field.
But once landlord planted me,
The spell was broken.

The sun collapsed, the clouds went dark,
The greens turned pale,
Thunder and lightning tore through the sky.
The soil was a perfect curse.

My seed’s free will was stripped away,
My dreams detained,
My roots began to rot.

I bloomed with darkness and poison.

Now I call you—my holy Knight.
Come and fight for me.
Seize my seed from hell.
Reclaim my dreams locked in the cellar
Come closer. Hide me in your chest.
Water me with hope, compost me with faith.

Let my roots become your sacred ivy.
Let me be your tree of life.
All I offer is my eternal love.

I walked this town with madness,
Where streets once full of gladness—
And I cried into the heavenly sky
That no sadness shall ever blow by
Upon this town of madness.

For all the churches and their bells
May ring warning about this hell,
But no bell can reach the drinking well
That drove this town to madness.

I turned around seeking that sound
That haunted every morrow—
That ripply wave that intertwines
And beckons us to sorrow.

I stood amidst this desolate town
That wore the well as its crown,
And every building knelt broken down
To hail the King of Madness.