Sunday, May 22, 2016

What if the world was round.

I ask my self,
Do ships sail north, or round,
I ask myself,
Do the birds fly south.

I ask my self,
Do the seasons change,
I ask my self,
Does the sun set, ever.

I ask myself,
Does the moon know the path,
I ask myself,
Does the wind just randomly blow.

I ask myself,
Do the tides raise, or just die down,
I ask myself,
Does the spring last forever.

I ask a lot,
I ask a bit less,
But I do ask for sure,
Is the world really round?.

Monday, April 25, 2016

City of the Sleepless

The sun sang the lullaby, 
As it bid farewell to the earth,
What a waste, what a waste.

The nightlings waited, 
As children for parents to leave,
With darkness, merrymaking. 

The moon stepped the lights,
Ambient white light, you may call,
The night was alive, revelry every where.

The night grew intense, cold wind swept,
And with the raising chill,
Merry making reached the peak. 

Old and young alike, wandered the streets, 
Matching their steps, a drunken dance,
To the low hum of the night wind.

At length the star of the night arrived,
Clad in the frozen coat, 
The mystery man, Sleep they call.

And each being, young and old,
Matched the steps to the cold,
As Sleep danced, to the trumpet ball.

Soon in the dead of the night, 
The party reached the end, 
And as the first rays of sun hit,
The day woke, blissful to the night.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

The Street Light

The eyes of the kid, street urchin, 
Shimmered, with a distant dream, 
As he lay wrapped under my light,
Skies and stars, reflected in his dream,
And he slowly faded into the sleep.

Her mind was fixed, thoughts calculated,
The pen poured ink, on the blank paper,
Hope filled her aura, blanketed in a yellow tint,
Hope to achieve, as she sat under me,
Hope to lighten the burdens of her life. 

A tear of joy, a tear of sadness, 
I couldn't tell them apart,
She sat cuddled in her lovers arm, 
A good bye I reckon, or a sense of comfort,
My light made them whole, as they waited.

The redness of the pool, dripping, reflected orange,
As he lay gasping, against a blinking headlight,
I wish I could help him, but alas I was not moved,
The wails of a distant siren, caught my ears,
As I saw his life, disappear, under the cold yellow light.

These are my stories,
Every night a new tale,
Every night a new life.
I wait, for someone, to look into,
I wait someone to talk to.

Friday, March 11, 2016

The Song of the Southern Wind

The Sun Spoke, 
The sweetest of the words,
That befell any ear before,

'Whom are you waiting for',
A shy smile, replied.
'A love I reckon',
The sun simmered. 

The clouds gathered,
A tale they longed to hear,
Of love, of longing, of the wait.

'Why the blush', the sun teased,
The smile gave way,
'Its a secret', she replied,
The clouds awed, women of the same feather.

The rain had a different tale,
'Who are you waiting for',
They chimed, a drizzle of words,

'Why don't you clear off',
She, rhymed the rhythm,
Rhythm of the thunder,
as it echoed through the clouds.

And as the rain parted farewell,
And the sun geared with joy,
And the clouds that dispersed with awe.

He stood, all in his glory,
Seven colors, majestic, royal,
Her blush gave way to joy,
And the southern wind smiled.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

The Other Me

Have you opened your eyes yet,
'No I haven't', I reply,
Have you closed the books yet,
'I have, but why?', I ask,
Its time to be me.

Have you cleared your thoughts?,
'No, I haven't', I reply,
Clear them, for they are mine,
'Who are you?',I ask,
Its time to be me.

Have you bid farewell to past,
'No I haven't', I reply,
Have you made peace yet?
'Why should I?', I ask,
Its time to be me.

'Who are you?', I ask,
Silence is my name,
'Why should I be you?',
You need to be complete.
I become you, I am me again.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Lullaby of Lies

The world is peace,
The words would cease,
You would see the end,
The bright undertone.

The night is young,
The darkness hung,
On the sun that would raise,
Sleep, sleep is peace.

The misty lights,
Would engulf the night,
Raise to the song,
The promise, I make.

Sleep my child, 
Sleep in the lies,

The Black Horse

Step on the shadows,
Ride to the edge,
Take the reigns, 
Let go of the fear.

Step on the light,
Ride the darkness,
I am the night,
I am the knight.

Step on the blaze,
The burning thunder,
A hundred years,
Of cringing pain.

Step on the blades,
The death makes sense,
A millennium, passed,
Decades I count.

Step on the dead, 
I am lost,
Lost, lost I belong,
The rider of yesterday.

The Bloom

She winks, 
The mischief, twinkle, 
She winks,
The silent grim,
And the bloom,
That saw no sun light.

She winks,
Death she cribs,
She winks,
Nothing makes sense,
I blink at death,
The existence, a pain.

She winks,
Makes stories,
She winks,
Kill the horror,
Fading light, escape,
The scene of thousands.

She winks,
Cradle of the undead,
She winks,
I was a friend !!!
Kill the messenger,
Peace I believe is myth.

She winks,
I cringe with pain,
She winks,
Fire burns less, 
The flower blooms,
Night, no light, no witness.

Friday, January 15, 2016

The Fallen Prince

The dribbling gold, 
From the pockets of a mongrel,
Street urchins gather,
Pray for the lost soul, 
Pray, does it matter.

The flying queen,
Fairy of the winter's tale,
I beckon, I wait, for your touch,
Do your deed, let me wither,
The flowers fade, the bells toll.

The chimes sing their song,
Winds my mate, as I float,
My ashes on the tender sheet,
I have fallen, the darkness my ally,
I have fallen, betrayed my fleet.

Despair of a lost soul,
I wait for my end to come,
Do come, cleanse me, free me,
My guilt my brother, 
Take me with you, to the sea.

I am the fallen prince, 
The king of my time, 
But a pauper at the death's gate.
Betrayal was my weapon, 
But alas, death tricked my fate.