Saturday, October 14, 2017

Having To Lie Here

Having to wait for the future
It is the pill to swallow unsure
The illness to be deadly
Musical or heavenly
Or an opening for the days
I’ll be freenot frail
Not brainwashed by the media.
Having to lie here in the shade
I see most, if not all,
The slow passing of time
Hear songs from my agonized soul
When the night is deeper
To test the dept with all three legs

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Drowning Journal

You're writing a stanza
in a sigh
you're driving a fool out of walk
I'm a beast in a heart
an artist maybe
I suffocate angeled devil
in a world I'm a word
embodied in metaphoric silence
write me down on the inner flesh of your chest
or sing me with your lips
once I ventured west before sunset
stayed for an age night
pondered you bosom-ward
and so missed you tender
baby pile of beauty
you smile with rising sun
and sob with crying heaven
I know how far I have gone
I would have died
if it weren't your stirring letter
there's God's voice in drifting leaves
and your face in the nightfall constellations
and my name in your drowning journal

Saturday, May 13, 2017

A Little Drive

Artwork by Erraenah Bara

Turn down the light

A little too loud

I need not the fright

Nor the agonizing anticipation

To possess my head

That a constant palpitation

Whenever I’m by you

Nearly gets my nerve

I am a free soul too

Let’s drive on to the floor

Hand in hand, in every curve

There are songs to flow

I went far through the walls

My pen swinging on my belt

Shuttered the world into my notes

Filled my lungs with dusts and music

To breathe your flame, to break your faults

Till perplexion fitted my moving

My muse, my haven

The nights have gotten out of my reach

Without a word

My soul stretches just an inch

After every dream

I have of you.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

No, Man Never Cries

Artwork by George Hodan

No, man never cries
be a poet or counterfeit
unless when his throat dries

Inside, channeled path
only wet like riverbed
his soul and angst bath

Rarely men did really cry
them in times of Shakespeare
when lousy love was worth a try

By moonset, right after death
his other version disappear
scars stay on canvas of painter of life

Saturday, March 25, 2017

I dare

Artwork by Kai Stachowiak

Dingy tunnel of silence
compress me tight
suffocated, I ride
unlighted, by love
I read her eyes
so blue
so bright
I spontaneously expire
so passionate
so zealous
dying a bit
living I quit
at the far mouth
I touch by sight
fragrance enchant
world resists
words I emit
attain few feet
I shout
I count days like stairs
upside down
I descend in despair
expecting her breath to be there
I understand
dwell devil
en route, I dare
ravenous of her evil