Fearing the winds of change
we blew with them anyway,
waiting for a new day to save us,
God help us
for we were misguided.

the new day came with the same old name,
and the serial killers closing in.

When in a no win situation
you either surrender or tender
your letter of resignation.

#termsandconditionsapply

To the God which determines the lifetime of Poets i ask,

let all the poets die with their hearts no longer on their sleeves;

but finally in their throats.
so in our final moments
all the words never written
can, at last,
be spoke.

The poverty stricken
lick their wounds
for a living,
some things are
never set right.

And I know the world will be a much more beautiful place
when all the cosmonauts come together
and send a single transmission to everyone here:
"You're not alone".

the sun is radiating,
the birds are chirping,
the dogs are barking.
A man walks by and says hello.
Music is playing


and just for a second,
the most minute insignificant fraction of time,
everything is okay.

It
still
rains
when
I
miss
you.

on the edge of a cliff
the wind blowing steadily at my back
the path ahead precariously thin

another step, and the ground shall disappear
into a tightrope pulled taut
across the empty space beneath

tilting, breathing;
i am a moment away from losing my balance

at the end, fog.
shapes form but everything blurs
moving indiscriminately with the wind

behind me, the way is shut
forever.

before me, i search for courage to go forward