the mind possess the tempo
of each poem that will grow
the poet hums silently as
the inks of harmony flow

silence within its aging pages
in an attic of hurt and true pain
it sits all alone just an old notebook

silent for too long
trying to make sense of things
hoping to unleash the
unspoken thoughts
pouring words onto paper

Shhhhh !! ....I need silence....
I'm  asking the lines
please allow ink
from my pen to purge
my emotions into its spaces

When stress and tension are so high,
That you believe your stomach holds the weight of the sky,
Beat up a black, swinging punching bag
And leave your tensions behind to mangle, dangle and drag

Unleash the power bestowed within,
You may find doing so also unleashes a grin
Wild, almost psychotic, off-the-hook
The kind that makes passers-by turn and look

Hook, uppercut, jab and straight,
Doesn't matter which, leave that to fate
And put the sky back where it belongs
Out of your chest, because it fits wrong

Of a thousand miles and a thousand smiles
of earth and her footsteps
meandering like a puppet
of friends in Rome
Of a strong zeal
to the dancing hills
Of river of gold
Of cannabis; Of brain surgeries
through the eyes of a seer
and the hands of a poetess
through the storm of the night tears
flowing in the calm of the night tears
over and over
the story goes on and on
and then, of fire and ice
locked within the siege
there are some black wanderers
eerie and uncanny
they come in full force
and storm in with pause
they move; they subserve
they send signals and get feedbacks
they scream through the nights
of the thrills unknown; yet longed for still
together they fall; divided they stand
Shadows, Nightmares and Night falls: Ever Intertwined- the story they tell.

Unleash the soul
from the shackles
of debilitating forces
which leaves us
gasping for breath
the wound
barbed wires
in a tight hold
inflicts many wounds
draining us
everyday, of life
there is a purpose
to life
whose meaning
eludes us
until we free ourselves
from the reality
we have created

Some days...
           I just want to disappear. I want to crawl into the earth and hug the  
           ground around me like a blanket and be unseen, be swallowed up
           by mother nature.

Some days....
          I want to scream- "I am MORE."  I am more than you see. I want to
          beg someone- anyone- to see all of me, to really know me, and to
          accept me as I am- not how they'd wish me to be.

Some days...
          I want to let out the rage within me. To pound my fists against the
          pain until they are ****** and unrecognizable. I want to scream and
          cry and rage and hurt and let out the anger about what was done to
          me. I want to yell that I am no longer afraid, I will no longer hide my
          anger and turn it inward. I want to unleash the fury that lives in my
          heart, turn it against the ones who deserve it.