Charging through
the open mind
where we find
the clos-ed heart
touching fragments
is where we start.

Answers lost in open books.
Lovers lost.
Are they crooks?

Chasing passions
though the air
from the ground
they've sprouted bare.
We paint them with our tongues alive
and wonder why they quietly thrive.
When we lose them,
we go numb
found not even
by opposable thumb.

Changing clothes:
easy enough.
When "we" claim change
they call our bluff.
To change we must not be the same.
Not impossible
if we act right to blame.
Responsibility must be the wires,
that guide us though,
what negatively transpires.

These fragments
and many more.
Blows to come there are in store,
but swept are shards
of broken life
a better person to become
forgiven strife.

Cast away into higher hands,
thrown away the world's demands.
It's true what they say,
you sow what you reap,
but in this story,
there's blissful sleep.

Torrents of vapor ridden wind, snatched at her hair.

Below, rattled the rapid, riotous and vast, rippling sea.

Churning, like a chewing, charming serpent's lair.

Once long ago I knew her; with time she left me be.


On the edge she was, with will to leap t'wards the horizons.

The brittle cliff would not give way, for even it was curious.

Dare say all of nature reacted for the most prurient reasons.

Even the sky descended to watch, with a lightning so furious.


She beheld no fear and the sky wept with thunderous applause.

Her bare marble-like features glistened in the gleaning of the gloom.

Why she stood there, triumphantly, tempting, terror, for what cause?

It will never be known, for she never was, in a time before this doom.


The earth shook like the hands of a beleaguered, berated old man.

It erected monoliths. Volcanoes, pluming molten magma skyward.

The red glow brought heat; earth thought to please her, or so was its plan.

The elements wrestled for the better view of that beauty stalwart.


Never had a sight been so majestically violent, so mightily tame.

Where she stood, should and would forever more be a sacred place.

The tempest of the elements raged on, though none would win the game.

A silence, softly, settled the rambunctiousness, and halted their race.


The skies parted with a sad and lowly somberness.

Every elated, embittered, element safely put to rest.

As the sun swept aside all their postulated, pettiness.

Rays of the sun showered her with bright white zest.


The lady, she moved with unfathomable grace.

She tilted her perfect head up to the skies.

With the slightest of a smile shook her face.

Like all before, she left them there surprised... and forever, there she stood.

My brain ticks with a different kind of vigor
My brain licks at time, tasting new flavor
My brain thirsts for what isn't mine, nor my neighbours
My brain bursts at the dreams by a prickly Jailor.

Hail her, she mounts the mountains in attempts to see thee.
Completely unphased by the fountains that writhe beneath me.
I turn my back in revenge, revenge that bleeds me,
Dry of my vigor, dry of my fire for I am clay. See?

Mould me she said, with eyes deeper than gold strewn caverns in the beyond.
They perplex me, so, oh, so greatly they vex me, they stress me of concern.
I burn, nay, I am clay, so I yearn for this. Fair lady may I ask for one last kiss?
In my stead she kissed a statue instead, and left a mark, a deep copper red.

Goodbye she said, and she left the statue be, till the earth caved in, and so did the sea.
I cannot tell you how, or even of when. Or of when, or even of how can I not tell you?
Wow, I can tell you I saw a sky blue.
Or black, after Jailor's attack. Halt!

Stop dreaming! Oh please, do stop it henceforth!
I am mightily weary, must make trip to the north.
Lonely I have been, for you have not been.
So wake up and walk with that lop-sided grin.
Oh, what a tiresome companion you are,
Since I have made haste to journey thus far,
With you left behind after I had begun,
So pick up those feet, and away wierdy one.

Off we went, with my dreams in tow.
Whether I will have chance to taste them, I do not know...
But I know one thing, a something so grand.
When I next feel weary and dreary of hand,
I shall await to journey, that dreamer's land.

This love was an answer,
a resolution in the blackest night,
a shrieking of delight,
a temperance of fear,
the death of disillusionment.

Indeed, love is many things.
It is a whisper of perfection,
beckoning the emotions to supernova,
to hold the reigns and throw them,
into the abyss of pleasure,
shouting into the void,
"Take my control!"
so that we languish in security,
sipping the knot of kinship.

Love is a smooth, soft, brush,
upon the lips, tickling away,
bruises of bitterness,
fortresses of fear,
agreements of anger,
lists of loss,
pits of pettiness;
Yes, yes, yes,
love is a cure.

It is injected into the heart,
of a soul reaching for purity,
a soul reaching for hope,
warmth, and good weather.

Love is that white sanded beach.
It awaits outside your window.
The gulls beckon, flying patterns,
across the shimmering sky.
Clouds form all your favorite shapes.
The water is warm,
"Come in," love says.

I walk that shore sometimes.
I write to you from that shore.
Walk with me.

We are of the sea, she and I.
Like the oyster and the pearl,
She is the mother of our passion.
Goddess of the tumultuous ocean.
I can taste the salt on her skin.
Remnants from the pearls of sweat,
That bubbled from her vista.

I imagine she is a mermaid;
Her tail threshing,
Her hair, tentacles in the current.
Her body, glistening reflections of the sky.
Smooth skin, under my furling tongue,
The delicate scales on her skin,
Balancing the fervent desires I withhold.

Only a moment too late,
The fire dies, but again,
We’re swept away in a wave of emotion
That sends us careening towards,
Another plateau of ecstasy.
Once again, a tide of change,
Carries us, to a world anew.

We are of another world she and I.
We speak of the masks we play in life.
Like the lunar seasons, crescent and full.
How malleable our voices are, from day to day.
Yet we speak the same language.
No alien words do we trade,
When our tongues meet on battleground.

All is fair here, where love and war take flight.
Where sounds ne'er carry into the night,
Orbiting the earth at the whim of lust.
Our hands trade a different sort of trust,
When gestures are the only words we know.
We see the canvas of the earth.
The colors that personify life in full bloom.

We can paint the world in our image.
Clouds will spiral into tender lips,
And kiss the winds across the heavens.
The fields of the earth, shall burst forth,
Bouquets of flowers,
As peace shall be wed with humanity.
These are the dreams we share; she and I.

I pushed on by instinct,
As far back as I can think,
I walked into a new world,
On my way back home,
I found a pearl.
Whispers of some exotic girl,
Sound like lies when you're alone.

Stop, haunting me.
Stop, haunting me.
Stop, haunting me.

I left home for some adventure,
And of what I found I wasn't sure.
Seems like she was more alive than dead,
With this madness I will lay my bed.
You always think you won't be harmed,
By what doesn't exist (not in this life).
When you're far away from love,
It's all you've ever missed.

That love!
That love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
You will only find, what wasn't extinct.
She may not be what you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
It's her... it's love...

Going back to where I found the pearl,
Surprised to see she is a different girl,
A new love to pave the way,
These really are better days,
For God there is only one praise.

It all seems like it's going to be kosher,
That shows you never really did know her,
When she stabs you, you see the light,
You're filled with unstoppable fright,
Because she's the one that ended up dead.
How could you be tricked by a bed?

That love!
That love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
You will only find, what wasn't extinct.
She may not be what you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
It's her... it's love...

You feel like you've nothing left to loose,
Your tears as bitter as the *****,
This may just be the end you deserved,
That should be the part where you swerved.
Crashing into olden days,
You see that love is the craze,
Your broken heart's disease burns.
The sickness of a twisted love,
Haunts you like a sticky glove,
Just check out where you checked in.
Leave your heart where you'll leave your sin.

This love!
This love!
It came from above.
There's no other love.
When you're pushed off, the brink,
God will find you, when you're extinct.
It may not be what you thought you wanted
Some days when you think you're haunted,
Just pray... it's love...

There was a miscall
When called back
Only weeping was there  
then it was end!

There was a miscall
When called back
Only anguish was uttered
then switch off!

There was a miscall
When called back
Only hilarity was overt
then it was disconnect!

There was a miscall
When called back
Divinity replied
“good time is approaching towards you”
Suddenly call was dropped!

Try to call again and again
but line remains busy!

So, waiting for the miscall!

I've been around the world.
Yes, I've been around the world.
A vast garden of trees and lakes.
A tender yet mighty beauty unfurled.

The only thing that makes sense,
To my eyes of pruning; whence,
Did I desire a thing with petals?
A thing with all love's contents?

I do know the world,
Yes, I know the world,
But what I imagine I know not,
Something called a girl?

I'll tinker here and also there,
A little dirt, air and my hair,
What grows here in my garden.
Will soon be everywhere!

I've tried to imagine this,
A passionate, soft kiss.
Manufactured by my power,
It'll be here by the hour.

Yet what I grew from dirt,
Hair, air, and a water squirt,
Seems to be a pile of mud,
With this I can't even flirt!

Oh, can't I have a dream?
Not the milk, but the cream?
There can't be a secret more,
To my new and legendary chore!

I feel alone and spiteful,
This garden's no longer "full",
My hair falls out like petals,
Or how I imagine they would fall...

I look over my failed creation,
And I give it condemnation,
A tear travels to nose's crook,
It falls upon my aberration.

Pow! Like this. Pow! Like that.
Sparks fly and I don't eat my hat,
because what happens before me,
I simply can't not stare at!

Her delicious curves, radiant hair,
Eyes like my garden, a loving stare,
I can't believe what I have done,
Because she is not just anyone!

She is my love, this I can tell,
My heart is healed and I am swell,
Now I can say that I did find,
The flower of my garden.