Whenever l am quiet
l gain ways to comprehend,
l listen more intently
and hear the message others send.

Mental clutter seems to dissipate
my very instincts are more clear.
l understand my friends, and family
so my heart holds them more dear.

l focus so much better
when distractions fade away,
my expectations follow suit
so emotions can't betray.

At my best l am a listener
an observer l become,
providing me keen insights
that alludes not all, but some.

Dark dark night
Staring at those
Dark dark eyes
A silhouette of not an angel that hides

Floating,
in the air...
hush...now hush...
watch it disappear !

Don't wake me up
I'll catch fear
These eyes only wanna see you
in my head

When I turn the lights on,
You disappear....

Why do you disappear?

Some eat the biscuits, wear the finest silk
and travel 'way towards the furthest star.
They'd sleep on roses, wash with whitening milk.
They hardly bother; living lone and far.

Some feed on fodder, wear but heavy chains
and travel there, where mirth could never land.
They'd sleep on thorns to loose eternal pains
where utmost misery gives the hell a hand.

Fight the Power of the Pound

Where are those kind heroes
whose stories never die,
who gave up wealth or freedom
to fight for you and I.
I’m talking about Mandella,
Luther King, or Nigel Benn,
will I live long enough to ever
see their likes again?

Though my heart is strong and I
may strike for a few years yet, the
feelings I get from today’s people
put social fighters under threat.

My mind is astir
I wish things could be as they once were.
My heart is drowning in sorrows,
sad for those empty tomorrows.

From high up I fell.
I hit the ground, it didn't end well.
After bouncing off jagged rocks,
with nothing absorbing the shocks.

Numb.. for awhile,
my stomach churned with sickish bile.
I tried to move, but I was stuck;
felt as if I'd been hit by a truck.

drizzle trix
melts through the tangle of toes
the valleys of dark
tickle trough sins

like a thin belt sated with
thin gold stubs
tightened
and leash pulled

the soul plume
exquisite
and falling
grasping air

pulled into
need
the swollen lust
crash
gasping

full large hazel
eyes
and the black
peirced depths
behind the flicker
lashs

It saved them all, you know;
those caught within last
slow throe of extinction
inevitable in the face
of so-called human progress;

For in that final place of wilderness
men were busy building homes
and businesses
stripping woodlands, plowing meadows,
paving marshes,
crowding out solitude and beauty
they sought with so much diligence,
killing off the very thing they wanted
with the squirming thick
of swelling human masses.

Who am I?
Do you know?
I stopped being her,
a long time ago.

I am a lie.
A disgrace if you knew.
I have to stay silent,
keep my love from you.

I chose wrong,
I can just change.
It's a phase in the end,
a high school play.

But, It's not and I can't stop.
How I feel has nothing to do
with what the world brought.
Religion can't fix me, this isn't taught.

the throat circle
chokes
misconceptions form
strangled illusions
memories deformed

smoke lights a
cavalier kiss
slide seamlessly agonists
lips parched

others decry
the theory defunct
notice the difference
current lovers find disgrace

in the curtail of truth
soothing them
offers them sweet delusion

the filter eyes repeal
truth helpless descends

we knew not of our arrival
how can we know our departure
I have completed all my assignments
and
they say can't apply euthanasia
I have no more responsibility towards any one
no favors to return
but shall do nothing wrong
till my natural turn

who on this earth can ever know
when the final whistle shall blow
and
when you are gone
none will know
the candle flame on the stand
will continue to flicker and glow,
till someone comes
and
off it does one blow