Immersed in God ecstasy
and orange robes
the true bhakta’s thoughts
are always on God, for God
and of God
armed with pure love
the slings and arrows
of maya, good, bad and outrageous fortune
are averted
God and His beloved
whirl across the bhakti path
dancing with Rumi, Kabir,  St. Francis  Meera Bai
and all the beautiful bhaktas
for eternity

Dark cloud form
Grin smirk
Emptied room is my heart

Charting
Scars like stars
Constellation:
House of mar

One moonbeam
Allowed in
Dust mote
dance that
Melo-d dance
Bleed yer heart plz plzzz

Fist open up
Reveal
White knuckles *******
Bloodtide
In
Out
In
Out
******* fate

Maw
Claw
Saw what's seen
Be what's been
Clench

Death will not die
But I am
dead and dying
Don't you see?

Silver lines bleed
Bright no more
Inky garb gab blah blah
Abstract claptrap
Trapped trapped

I
Yearn
For
Simplicity

Like

A tree in the wind
Or your lips parting
To receive mine
Salty hot winds
Us in each other
Twisting
it

But complications
Complicate everything
Meaning slips
Slivers slick

The bed is only half empty,
it is not half full.
as i clutch the wrinkled bed sheets
beneath my tiny balled up fists.
Black mascara staining my tears
that run down cold cheeks,
cold from not having been touched by your lips
cold from waking up
only to find you gone.

He wants to say I love you,
but leaves it to goodnight.
because love means falling,
and she's afraid of heights.  

He wants to say I love you,
but doesn't want to lose her in morning light.
breaking her heart,
once again leaves it to goodnight.

She wants to say I love you,
but she thinks he won't love her.
When he texts goodnight,
he leaves her with a blur

She wants to say I love you,
but without a doubt
it's coming to an ending
friendship will be over now.

She types goodnight sweet-dreams,
and puts her phone down.
It lights again,
she sighs with a frown.

She reads the message,
well you know what happened,
As she read the message, her toes started tappin'
from her eyes to a heart,
the relationship got its start.

One more time
I'd like
to see you.
But
it really wouldn't matter.
You buried
your heart
when
he seared your soul
so many years ago.

And now,
you float
in darkness,
devouring others
with your rejection.

Hold me...

tightly

...once again
darling.

I love
the pain
of my broken heart.

My twisted mind finds it fun
to study the trends and correlations
between what I post publicly
and my number of followers.

For any who fancies themselves a fan of my madness:
I love you. Thank you.
For any who does not:
I love you. Thank you.

So there. ;)

If you think that                                                                                                       One individual , two individuals ,or                                                                        Or even a million of individuals love you  , then                                                                    You are completely mistaken                                                                                  Simply because you need                                                                                        The whole world to love you in truth ...                                                                  If the whole world loves you in truth ,then                                                             That is called true love anytime ....                                                                                ___________________­_