The moon sways
Across the beaten sky,
And lonely it goes
The day has come by
And to show what it become
Light shafts upon the ground
Gently it glimmers
And my oh my the dark withers
With gnarls of curse
And hoots tearing its verse
Wonders of the younger
May have traveled to slumber
If cure the curious
Brimming of imagination
Yes they are reckless
Yet they capture the moment
Hidden wonders within thy flourish
Shall chance
Doubtless of others' chorus  
When the moon retires  
And the sun's pierce
Is taken to its knees  
The dark will soon expire
But not in vain it will flee
Because the hours  
Will skid across the
Icing sleek sky
Twittering and chirping
As blink of an eye
A powder of dust
The old will now
Rest in peace
As the youth's endless time
Starts to tick
Soon to rest, forever
In the dirt

The birds chirping makes
what was once serene, chaos,
but yet still serene.

I fall asleep at 5:03
And dream of little crying bunnies
Cupcakes and smiles and sweet milk
Laced with arsenic hunger like honey

The crashing shore juxtaposed
With the little girl in the lily white dress
And sickeningly sweet fluffy blankets
Suffocating under the loving care of duress

Like dead leaves cast aside under the rug
Burying any trace of coveted sexuality
The condition of listening to soft voices
Shrieking against the delusion of humanity

Gods know there's no denying the steady decline
Or the inherent madness of existential doubt
There is too much chirping and comfort in this room
Too many windows not looking out

Oak trees, Pine trees, Cottonwoods, and Birch
Upon these trees,
birds love to perch
Birds come in all
sizes and colors
Birds calling and chirping
with all the others

Squirrels, Rabbits,
Chipmunks, and Foxes
Scatter the grounds, burrow into holes, and sometimes boxes
Winter, Spring,
Summer, and Fall
They gather thier goodies,
to survive them all

Deer, Moose, Antelope, and Elk
Wander through fields,
woods, and corn silk
Grazing on whatever
nutrition they can find
All hunkering down in these times with thier own kind

Bears, Bobcats,
Cougars, and Wolves
Hibernation, catch prey, climb and attack, the
beautiful, wild dog packs
in droves
Deep dark caves, burrowed holes in the ground,
to wandering forests, and
great big meadows
All these predators seem to come from the shadows

Waves of lavender fields of dreams, like river beds of sand
Fields of flaxen, golden grass waiving with God's hand
Daisies, Buttercups,
Rose's, and Daffodils
Just smell thier sweet scents rise into the hills

Dreams are Wishes,
Wishes are dreams
Wildlife are the makings of everything in between
Flowers are the fragrance of life
The blue skies and
white fluffs of clouds
Take away all the strife...

A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down.

the map

that hangs

from my
bedroom

wall

has a thin blue line

of ink

that traces the

distance

that will soon be

between your lips

and mine
it 
seems 
so tiny

insignificant

a chasm that can be crossed

in a single bound
alas,

tread carefully,

the gap is far wider

than you think

it is easy for one

to fall

short

much like

summer

so quickly

come and gone

do not fret

our days may
be fast coming

but our feelings

they linger



seize

not only the day

but my fingers

so very tightly

and we shall cling

to chirping cricket
s
and cloudless skies

infinitely

Deafness isn't easy to describe,
Hard as it is, for you I will try.
Maybe I'll start with how it feels,
knowing it's my Achilles Heel.
A lead balloon wedged in my inner ear,
The argument that I couldn't hear.
I knew it couldn't be fixed, there's no logical reason.
The silence remains, completely unbeaten.
Mind, it didn't stop me from trying, I gave it my best shot.
I gave it my all, all that I'd got.
I failed. Predictable.
I floundered. Imbecile.
Resigning myself to a world of silence is the toughest thing I've done.
Without telling people they just assume I'm dumb.
I'll never hear the crickets chirping,
Or my Rabbits purring.
My imagination can only do so much for me,
You can't imagine a colour that you can't see.

watching the clouds float
listening to chirping birds
i feel a calmness

..

When I touch my bed,
Lights go off,
My heart starts beating,
My mind stops working,
My eyes doesn't close,
Still I dream,
I dream of you...!

When loneliness covers me,
When darkness surrounds me,
The silence of night around me,
The sound of insects chirping aloud,
In this silence my heart speaks aloud,
Your name it shouts,
for you it calls...!

When I start to sleep,
My eyes start to rain,

I just keep thinking how CLOSE we were,
I just keep thinking how FAR we are,
Yet I believe one day we will meet
And in that meet eternal bliss will be  till eternity...!

Dreams are something I live on,
With open eyes I dream of you,
Thoughts betray me,
Love kills me,
Distance destroy me,
Rules bind me,
Loving you is the best thing ever happened to me,
To be loved by you would have been divine...!

Wait is what is written in my destiny,
Wait is what I will do,
May it be week,
month,
years...
Still,till infinty my eyes won't sleep,
My heart won't stop dreaming,
My thoughts will always have you in them,
And as the night falls,
And the lights goes off,
My head will touch the pillow,
My eyes will flood for no one to see.....!

You are my life,
my soul,
My soulmate,
You are everything I have,
You are everything I want to have,
You made me complete,
You made me woman....
You made me woman madly in love,
My destiny will change to occupy you,
My wait will be fruitful
Sometime,
Someday,
Somewhere,
Some how,
We shall definitely meet.....!

Till then...
Live well..
My soul,
My soulmate..!

Sparkle In Wisdom
3rd june 2008..

gentle, but constant, warmth
encouraged the delicate petals
to unfurl,
extend and expose inner veins
and release fragrant wisps
wafting slowly
the length of the shoot laden meadow –
protruding with diligent
single-mindedness
they burst forth and dotted the landscape
with fresh and pale greenery
trading the stark, barren, winter wasteland
into a valley of rebirth
extension
and colorful beauty
destined for fawn frolic
and sparrow dancing –
sitting cross-legged
surrounded by the sounds of spring
the nonstop low ****** buzz
chirping and squawking  of the scrub jay
effortlessly hoping from branch to twig
twice on the ground
and back up into the treetops…
far off in the distance
carried only by a meandering breeze
the long slow shrill whistle
of a bull Roosevelt
brought my mind to the present
forcing my to consider my surroundings
with a different air –
without warning I was left
with only my heartbeat
and the steady in and out
of a mammal breathing, bated
a slight yet tangible fear began to grow within
and I felt an urge to flee screaming into the forest
for what seemed a lifetime
I gathered strength and courage
as a new and foreign warmth played across
my ***** and trembling neck hair
coiled muscled began to twist
as I slowly turned to see what I was sharing the meadow with
this fine and sunny day…..
sweat dripped as I forced myself  to make a full rotation
and cast my eyes upon the intruder
barley a slit of sunlight crept between tightly pressed lids
first a little of the left
then some of the right
slowly adjusting
to both the brightness of daylight
but also to the contrast presented
the large dark swaying body
outlined but the new delicate shoots
I could feel the sweat rise on my forehead
and travel slowly
along my hard cheek line and down my neck
weave through the chest hair
and circumnavigate my belly button
finally soaking into the edge of my blue jeans
slightly discoloring the material…
I felt a swelling of bravery as I gave the monster
my direct gaze –
large brown eyes momentarily caught my own
as the massive black bear offered a loud grunt
and rambled back into the dense and darkened thicket
slowly the songs of birds returned
and I saw a bee flash by…
I picked myself up, shaky,  but stoic  
offering a silent prayer to the universe
……thank you for no cubs –

The winter finally giving way,
With the dawning of a spring day,
The birds in their nests lay,
merrily chirping away.

Comes to the trees a lush hue
with the leaves springing anew;
Adorned with drops of dew,
beauty to the nature they imbue.

Rustling with the rain's patter,
silence of the hearts they shatter.
On grief, joy they spatter,
Pains from troubled souls they scatter.

For those tired under the scorching heat,
give they,a shade so sweet,
and with a sojourn they greet
those with weary feet.

The Sands of Time call,
replacing Summer with Fall.
The greenery beginning to pall,
Take over new colours pleasant to all.

Like the night before morn,
Like the despair before hope for a man forlorn,
With all their lustre gone,
They lie on the ground,to be trodden upon.

Sometimes late but never never,
They reclaim their life,going on for ever.

These feelings I have for you are like a never-ending river in the spring.
Birds chirping beautifully like the words that smoothly fall from your lips.
Blooming flowers like my ever growing feelings for you.
The shining sun like how you can easily make my day brighter.
How the water meets the land like how your hand feels on my skin.
The gentle and refreshing breeze like your timeless laugh.
Is this love?