the leaves are slowly changing on the trees in my neighborhood.
i notice them five days a week when i ride the bus home.
the air is starting to get cooler and i'm starting to find myself walking slower on my way home to enjoy it,
i want to soak in every minute of this cool transitioning air.
my eyes actually look up to ahead of me instead of at my shoes.
the weather brings out the colors of the houses,
orange, sky blue, red, mustard yellow, burgundy, brown, magenta.
everything seems so perfect in these moments.

It is a deluge of thoughts
that rush through
a brain that struggles
to contain,

a treat of glass
figurines
that stand straight up
set to crash
and be smashed
to smithereens.

To be crushed
by the immensity
of all things
that can
and will be
even a case
of
the was
and never was.

A bowl
filled
more than thrice
to the brim
with all of life

Heavy
and dripping
from the sides
all that overflows
is what
we write.

Johnny had no cash
he was in a prison-cell
he started to compose songs
20 million records he did sell--

a great star he did become
a story everyone could tell
in his diary he wrote in triumph:
I've turned into heaven which once was hell!

Add bright colors to your world:
To nourish your mind,
Sweeten your heart,
And paint smiles on your face!

Hussein Dekmak

Origin of life-

Tidal hole
Pulled by moon
Fed by sun

Collector of
Infinite grains from
Unimaged space