I like to look at poetry like this:

It’s just like taking one step at a time.

Then I remind myself:

Walking can take a while to get you somewhere.

THE HEARTACHE OF TIME

I CAME TO A POINT IN THE WOODS OF MY MIND
AS ABOVE SO BELOW IN THE HEARTACHE OF TIME
AND I WISHED FOR A STOP TO THE MADNESS OF MEN
AND I WISHED FOR A STOP IN THE ACQUISITION OF SIN
ALONE DID I JOURNEY ONWARD FOR DAYS
LOST IN THE SILENCE THE WOODS AND THE HAZE
ALL MANNER OF CREATURE I SAW AS I WENT
REBUKED BY THE LORD AND ****** TO REPENT
ALL MANNER OF WOMEN THAT MOANED LIKE THE BEAST
REBUKED BY THE LORD AND OFFERED AS FEAST
AND I CRIED FOR ALL CREATURES LOST TO THE NIGHT
WHO KEPT ON SURVIVING BY VANQUISHING LIGHT
AND IT IS I TO THEM THAT OWE ALL MY THANKS
FOR MAKING ME SEPARATE OUTSIDE OF THEIR RANKS
I KEPT FAST TO MY CROSS AS I EMPTIED THE WOODS
FOR BEHIND AND A-FRONT CREPT MANY WITH HOODS
DEAD AND YET WALKING AND HATING ALL LIGHT
DEAD AND YET WALKING ARE THE CREATURES OF NIGHT
I CAME TO A POINT IN THE WOODS OF MY MIND
AS ABOVE SO BELOW IN THE HEARTACHE OF TIME

Shades on
'Brella
Swingin'

Merry
Is the
Rain that
Falls on
My head

He is
walking the white line
his arm a repetitious arc
sounding a single tone
timed to the pace
of hiking-boot feet
treading the pavement.

Saffron robes have grayed
over long meditative miles
witnessed by curious commuters
riding the pendulum away
from his purposeful daily counterpoint
the freedom held
in rhythmic ritual

how the mind stills and gathers
in the swinging blur of hand and stick.

I roll the window down
seeking precious solace
as I hurtle past
knowing
he walks for me too
I want to stop the car
fall in behind

feel the timeless drum
the stillness of salvation.

The bones of a small bird were
in the exact center of the sidewalk.

The slowly falling snow
frosted them like a cake;
I wonder what its last thoughts were?

Did it even know what was happening,
when the color of its life faded?

I imagine the birds
scarlet agony, and bruise-colored fear.
What did it feel? Perhaps

nothing.
I wish it could tell me.

So sad to be so small, so helpless,
but,
the bird could only be a bird.

All of these thoughts made me colder
than the December air.

WALKING WITH HELLO POETRY......
Life began to change
Days to delight
I am almost here
Bringing the light to change..
Life began to change
Nights to the star
walking with star a
Eternal feelings, bless, now,
Lift me higher and higher,
From all star being
Underneath the whisper of glorious wind..
  
       This lines for the Poetry ....
The words can't stop talking inside you
When you are falling
Feeling the growth of  the strength
Feel indecently clear
Coz you keep Rising
Like the day ends
and night rise...
Back through the years
Back to the star.....                
  
Thank you...
May Every years Shine up with a beautiful smile be the reason for others happiness & Spread your joy and happiness around. Happy New Year.
                              
                                                                   -Chirayu

Hands on your shoulders
eyes closed and attempting
to follow the flow of your body
with each step I faithfully
plunge my feet
into where yours must
have been only a moment ago.

I gently tinge each finger of mine
so subtly that I wonder if you even noticed--
it's a habit of mine
where I need to stretch my hands
to find some focus.
It didn't really help
since I have my eyes closed,
although I do feel less
lost in this empty space.

Did you know that your body hums
I could feel it radiating in the cracks
between each finger--
more likely it was my anxiousness
of floating through the galaxy
with you as my only guide.
Honestly I began to
wonder where we are going.

Stopping my silence
I lean closely to what
I am assuming is your ear
and whisper, "you didn't tell me
we'd be walking so far"
your reply was sarcastic as usual,
"Oh, sorry didn't know
you would make us walk so slow"
with the usual eye-rolling chuckle.

Suddenly you stop
and because of how flustered
your response made me
I misstep and glide into your back
and before I can even see from behind you
an earthquake of sound explodes
"surprise!!!"...."happy birthday!!!!!"

In the gas light district
We can walk along
Shadows dance eloquent
To a flickering song
Of a memory to be
As we continue to talk
Crisp Airy feelings
Awaken a dawn
This heart on my sleeve
You say a corsage
Looks better on you
We Agree
With a smile and a nod.