I remember one

evening, and so many more --


of those there have been...

he spends money like its an ocean tide
as soon as it's gone more takes its places
he knows that it won't stop coming
i save money like rain in a desrt
it comes rarely and when it does its small
im grateful for my rain but sometimes i look at his ocean
and compared to him the water in my cupped hands seem so small

With the sun shining  
on top of the pack.
Highlighting the day
up to the sky
tomorrow will come.

Burning in golden delights
a dreaming heavenly light
will uphold the earth’s
column on the high!

Tomorrow upon the evernew
apex of the dawn once again the sun
spilling the sublunary black box
will jot down one more heavenly
interpretation of its dreamlight.
Imagining on the tucked away
pure earthly wonder!

My narrow cave is zero colour
a thousand winds that blow over
only blow away kohls yet to see an eye.

The sunrise beams out in the morning's hush
as do the sun basks in the swift uplifting rush.
Ah, only to miss out again like yesterday,
there was a cave it tried to highlight.

Then lost me in the dark found a Moon
heavily tilted yet over a shady turf.
Every star eying upon it knows that
tomorrow again, this will host the sunrise!

To me football is
twenty-two adults madly running after a ball,
One referee running after them to make sure they do not fight,
And two linesmen who make sure they stay inside the line.
In their haste to put the ball inside the goal post the referee gives them a yellow card for misconduct or a red card  to send him off the field.
To top it all thousands of people pay a fee to come and watch them run crazily after the ball.
The highlight of game is a goal.
Whoever scores is a hero

by Arcassin Burnham


when you were young in a world full
of loss and a cup cherries,
the earth stood still,
learning all the secrets of your beauty,
intertwining with the rest of humanity,
circling in places that we have not seen,
going into the unknown and exploring the corners
of your mind
there's nothing I would not leave,

you were a...silver dollar on a gold mine,
planting seeds in brain I could feel at short
time,
as long as your in my arms then everything
is fine,
telling all your loyal subjects to come to less
talk but more grime,
diminished all my feelings,
avoided all the blabbering,
I'm surprised you even put up with me,
unbearable mood swings,
sometimes I don't say a thing,
I'm surprised you even put up with me
until I saw you.

/

slipping into the corridors of time,
hoping that you'd stay,
planning out my pain in your diary,
the words feel as delicate as they should,
forgive me for breathing on this beautiful
night.