They say the sun,
was selfless to a fault,
he died everyday,
to let the moon get,
a glimpse of the world

I weave this poem before sunrise,
barely realizing how quick time flies,
feeling my heart tangled in tender ties,
I think of you when I close my eyes;

in relentless motion, our chaos dance
synchronizing pain and growth by chance
I held my fragile heart for such romance,
you know well to throw me off my stance

but everything I touch, shatters
and everything that hurts, matters
you're the solace and home my soul would seek,
so I would love you from afar, because that's how my heart speak.

IA

Selfish are we,
as they breathe death.
Creeps undetected,
its gluttony is relentless.

Infected by narcissus,
obsessed with “want”.
Devoured and exhausted,
we perish when exposed.

Divided by masks,
one selfless,
the other selfish.
It's your choice.

it's our laughter that
bound us;
the moment of camaraderie
new friendship being born
unsure whether this'll be thorn
or storm
and i sat there, torn
unsure where to go from here
a welcoming clasp
palm on palm, fingers
coiled around one another
a peace treaty, a clap of agreement
a silent pact between us
" i gotchu"
a " thank you"
a smile here
a couple more there
am offer for selfless help
and pride in me
pride in you
teamwork.
teamwork,
that forged out friendship
and i thank you
for all your help
all of it.

I was talking about everyone
while she remained quiet
which made me curious and ask her
"why do you look so upset?"

she sighed as she held my hand
as she looked into my eyes and say
"you keep telling me wonderful things you did..
but let me tell you, this is not okay"

"not okay? how so?"
i asked wondering whats wrong
she looked away before saying
"You always we're too strong"

"you never doubted anything, you only loved them
you adored them, no matter what they say or do
but let me ask you, one thing..
have you thought about yourself? like...what about you?"

fountain spraying
out the top o'

the torus, the donut of our field of being
first noise

a blurt, I hear an authority say

a wandering mind is an unhappy mind,

brake still, no screech, still
known to wander, as happy as can be,
I dare say,
no.

That is not true,
if you have no debt to any man, save
to love him in common sense's highest
value meaning entangled in love
as a noun formed from a verb said to

make loving possible

I have no direct experience, however in such
mythic knots,
ever,
is my forte, I am
time-wise, timeless on scales of parallel processing

due to digit gitit going threadless
tic-***
touches entangle,
milk o' the word, peace on earth,

we touch
as reader and writer and agree we

read no word we do not mean in each way
as believable to a writer
as to my self,
intentional,
willful, g
rand
dumb
luck.

Wander in the realm of all possible things,
let 'em call ye 'good'
for nothin',

peace maker, heir of his own kingdom.

Wander on, we remain available as words,
with which time is spent
improving the answers,
found on my diamond farm.

Room and pillar
Let me be your guiding shaft
Atmospheric pressure
Let me be your natural draft

Atticus Finch
Let me be your inner last laugh
Cold determiner
Let me be your unsuspecting half

The sign in the window says
Closed until the light of day

Broken bone
Let me be your sling and marrow
Agitated Polaire
Let me be your tight-laced narrow

Confounded Plath
Let me be your children's tomorrow
Germ warfare
Let me be your biological sorrow

The word on the street is
Nothing's gonna change until the light of day

Open minefield
Let me be your measured step
***** mother
Let me be your usual suspect

Unwanted child
Let me be the tears when you last wept
Unwanted immigrant
Let me be the ground where you last slept

The writing on the wall signals
Critical times until the light of day

lumière du jour
Chérie