may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray

I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled

I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish

In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit

In the shadows dark, some pale
may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games

In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame,
may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate

In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal,
I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills

However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak:
may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul....

With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility.

hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles
remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about
remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without

Fray has been and days have gone away
a youth denied his chance to find the glory of the hours
choked to no breath and succumbing to the evil undress
how wicked they are those who attack the innocent because it makes them feel better about themselves


A day denied as talent is under fire but gone the fry so they invite the dark cloud
a sound is denied and letters are hidden
but all the rays of sunshine can find time in the healing forgiving
So in death the young child is made to feel to free his will so love becomes the only deal


Caught in between the chaos of parents squabbling; it is so sad to be growing old only to be one's young recovery
A futuristic history as much mystery is open for uncovering - such clear discovery
A knit tapestry with divine wit and masterful chivalry
But by and by they try prevent this innocent light of truth and purity  from hovering

Visiting the graveyard once more where the corpse still cries where there are places sore from being bitten by the sour jaws of lost hopes and broken doors
Dead at age 6, at 9 losing a wing can an angel fix to solace bring to the fair flings of sages and Elementals sing
King and King, they bout and down each one to the ground he brings
Such a trill thrill when many are killed to subdue evil will
But please live soul to bring home to a family where faith was stolen and mischief chosen where dire indoctrination was woven

Oh child we and I self in him us we weep
part of me slice of a creed,  seed of the strong where many were weak and hearts meek
We I in him self of me us must weep
Talent the gift of the few gists or righteous fists that we keep
Please sing on in the clear skies
wail on in the mists
March in the desert sands and swim in the celestial seas
Free yourself of your own now
old soul dead so young
Whipped and crucified, wounded voice so loud
live again and heal in the numb, to rejoice in juices of the revival folk... In planes where time is none but eternity the sum.

the first
the fists
the twists
In the misses of the mist
landing of the gists
how innocent the lips
and forming ****

A poet getting on her lists
was a mission getting her digits
So many awesome fits
With absence and being a delinquent
but thanx to lit
I would deliver an eloquent writ
her splendour had her brightly lit
Shaded by shades of the soldiers' sit
it was more than swagger, more than wit

to have her fall to bits

You'd need a magician's tricks
To score a perfect fix
If lucky to clinch an ***** kiss
to have many diss and jealousy spit
so mystery had to be involved to keep it cryptic
in and out of time vibes did tick
romance in chaos did chance flick
Left the dark ill jadedly sick
But where the wall to make the picture stick?

*** how much fun
I had been a  bun
Had to make a run
To leave the gun
And free from triggering confining puns
solve unsolvable sums
Read unwritten psalms
Savour mystic and golden palms

the first
the fists
the twists
misses in the mist
Missing on the list
shining glit
a player's kit
To keep a number hit
Save her from darker smits
and all you wanted was to love and transform her like a smith.

I will stand tall
Even when I fell into the valley
I will dry my tears
Even if they keep forming
My heart I heard the whispers
Like a lovers' saucy gists
Rhythming the beats of fate

Rain had visits here
Leaves but gave a sign
Killing the fire with its breeze
I pulled my sword in contest
It laughs loud at my eccentricity
It all dark, better the moonless night

The sun will set anon
To restore the luminous ray
Hurry, give to me back my shadow
Am tired of a lonely adventure.
I can tip ear the horn of the train,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to go home race near.
It will end in praise...