A Bloom of Hope in the Middle of Nowhere

The fading smell of December rains

Accompanied the clear and lazy sky

Birds singing and chirping in the trees

Grasses uttering secretly underfoot

The sight was so beautiful that it hurt

She felt a snakelike delight that moment

This feeling was embedded in her skin

It crept through her the way a spirit would

For far, far too long she had been careless

Running away from the sharp vicious memory

That clutched her in a severe hurtful death grip

Leaving her with a helpless tired appearance

She was unable to fight back her teary eye blinks

All hurtful feelings cascaded through her like flood

Turning any and all husbanded anger watery

Mingled with a startling and lovely liberation

Dark-Colored Light

He was in a sorry state of despair

Everyday growing sorrier with disgust

Thinking of his low and filthy life

Soon he would steal than starve

Life felt like a statue whose parts were fit badly

And he deemed himself unworthy of sunlight

He had tried everything that he could

There was no more any art to it

The wrath of god had made him smaller than a vermin

And it forced him to wear that look each day

Malicious eyes accompanying him all over

With something hotter than loath

He walked aimless like a torn piece of paper

Blown through the vast deserts of Egypt

Resignation ringing loudly through his lips

Ignoring his wounded, closed appearance

All he could smell was imaginary food

He would risk everything that day

Even violence or violent death

The resolve ate him up like cholera

He ignored the lingering smear of red sunlight

Even the hordes of rats that sprawled his way

They were trivial in the grand scheme of things

Demanded voraciously in his flow of thoughts

Death at Midnight

The trees swayed here and there

Lost in the silent rhythm of the winds

Whispering dark secrets that journeyed far

Unflustered by scheming ways of this world

Pinkening sun vanishing in distant horizons

Dark clouds forming across the dull sky

Reflecting dark haunting thoughts

And another unfulfilled promise

The caged bird begun singing

A sad song reverberating loudly in the air

The aging song seemed like an endless torture

As if performed by someone in the wrong stage

The creek crack of the cage tormented the ears

 Than that of uncertainty to what awaited

That trickled under the charcoal sky

The scent assaulting the nostrils

Hope was a sad irritation

The song carried a hurt, pleading sound

A weakened sound with no meaning or reason

Since the prospect of death grieved the caged bird

Approaching thunderstorms emptied light in the sky

Soon she would be a flower savaged by gale

She was trapped in spite of everything

Waiting to feel her heartbeat dying

If I was to Love

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If I was to love

i’d love with all my faith

from my childhood innocence

to tears and grief that colors adulthood.

I’d speak of my lover’s name

in every passionate and delightful breath

and love even more in the afterlife.

I am single

but I listen with blushing ears

the sound of river’s sacred flame

flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea

How I weep!

Watching the mountains

giving endlessly

the low and deep kiss

to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.

The splendor of bright stars

murmur under the moonbeam

like a dream

keeping my virgin pride intact

for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.

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Prodigy of Chaos

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Chaos is at the very center of this universe
I felt it diving with so much vengeance
as if coming to avenge vows not kept
and with it I have had so much experience
at the very core of chaos I found my strangeness.

My eyes are fixed on a distant nothing
eyes wide and alert like those of an owl
my gaze sharp as if with a sinister calculation
as I feel the thinnest sounds of misery fading
instinctively replaced by sweet desperate longings of my immortal soul.

The sounds of chaos carry all the haunting melodies
with eyes as cold with cruelty as time
chaos left the defenseless suffocating under the weight of despair
with the stabbing reality of how wrong things are
rendering hearts bitter with recognition for lost promises.

But midst these trees grim as mourners
and with the silvered stiletto of light softly calling
I…

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Illicit Rendezvous

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I longed for my illicit rendezvous
too wave goodbye to all the noises
all shrieking words without a heart
those that created hell in heaven.

Litany of lies was spread everywhere
because it was the accepted religion
which everyone risked offending
yet it alluded even the most faithful.

I crave and rave to push myself away
and seek the perfection of my own reality
for that is my knowledge of true self
and because of freedom…I have to let me be.

I need the present and life to take priority over history
searching and yearning for my illicit rendezvous
beneath this blackened grey sky
I will never gloss over pride customs
nor ethical standards.

For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith
one lived beneath hideous masks
feeling hurt moment after moment
distorted this visage can be horrifying!

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The African Green Gold

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Mother nature takes no breather
Challenges are enforced daily Rain drops shimmer
Tasting and swallowing
old earth for new
if only it was true

The rain falls hard
On bare ground,
Intoxicating the air
with new smells

But will Mother Nature continue to allow
the birds to sing with a feathery flame?
Or for frogs to dance in their pool?
I tell you the beauty of rain is gone but will soon return

The land is consumed with grief
for the loss of the African green gold,
Even the morning sun
lays on its death bed

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The Portrait

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Quietly it lay in its strangeness

appearing both living and dead

speaking a myriad of dialects

neither lovely nor repulsive.

The trees came out leafless

with a spidery arrangement

hint of fury was carefully hidden

by the surrounding still murky waters.

A supple breeze hovered around

it was hot and humid

carried neither odor nor perfume

it was bizarre but oddly exciting.

The fine gray sky carried a promise

also passed odd blinding longing

a sickly sweet anticipation

of discovering and exploring everything anew.

Fear

terror

all seemed evermore missing

Or was it just self-fed illusion?

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A Sweet Smile

A sweet smile can be dishonored by another but never abased

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A sweet smile possesses all the qualities of beauty and everything akin to it

with a rare kind of patience, it makes every footfall a caress

a sweet smile can make you afloat on a rising stormy sea

a sweet smile is the inner calm, deeper than science.

A sweet smile brings back golden glories to the true nature of mind

from the dark drowning memories that demand attention

a sweet smile is a small elegant pattern of singing roses

it is the delicate scent brightened powerfully from the air around.

A sweet smile has all words that enchant the heart with rareness

a sweet smile is all freedom; it is neither toothed nor horned

it stops your heart and time to feel the things you never knew existed

It is not guided by rules and inspires a sense of confidence and self-possession.

A sweet smile is as natural as…

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Test of Trouble

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Time stopped his heart to feel what he had missed

at 20 years, his handsome features were his prized possessions

such was that beauty that made heads turn as if witnessing a new dawn

he was reckless, never knew how and when to hesitate or run away from danger.

At 30, dusk was descending on the edge the impatient time

he had to discover new powers and new secrets that would shield him

had to make his scars and wounds invisible along with protecting his sanity

he sought all strength to survive in this world where many die of thirst unfulfilled.

At 40 he never stopped to listen to all the sounds and rhythms of the heart

had been careful to remain faithful and project his own reality

the dollar brought flowers and he enjoyed the delicious power of masculinity

and he understood the unrefined language of his heart’s meaning.

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