Does your writing leave room
  for intrusion

With spaces for listeners
  to crawl in

Are your words like a sponge
  that the reader can drain

Your verses to flow through
  them again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

you have to ditch it all in the end
and except you go into the darkness completely naked

tonight has no moon and yet the moon is the sun my star has bled for. the very thing all things are bred for.
the elusive wonderment of a moment
to die for. to live so fiercely, that the night is daylight
and all joy is a nail in a palm frond.
And every ghost a friend
pruning your figs
before the sharks come
to pluck your jelly from the heavy vines
your April wrought
in the September of your too many
orchards.

like chasing oceans to quench a stone. Life is a perfect imperfection. It does the thing that loves you most as you hate and undoes the whimsy of your desires
to satisfy an unknowable beauty
that knew your name
before flowers knew bees
were not
slaves.

all my excuses will cease
all my ducking and diving
all my hiding

and I will stand with no defence
no one to speak on my behalf

naked of all my self-delusion

and await the sentence to be read that I have imposed upon myself.

Did you try to take it with you,
  did you really think you could

Did your journey end abruptly,
  as you never thought it would

Are those things that you acquired,
  much of comfort to you now

Are those dreams left uninspired,
  parked on someone else’s cloud

Did you once just say “I’m sorry,”
  for those things you didn’t do

Do you weep in fearful moments,
  for those things you wish you knew

Was your lack of all contrition,
  what’s now written on your stone

Is your map unmarked and barren,
—all eternity unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

I doubt each one's intention
This is a selfish world
The goodness last for seconds
No one is here with a clean conscience
Who knows whats hiding behind a smile  
Everyone out are there to end their own thirst
For their benefits , not afraid to show their worst
No stranger are your friends ,
they'll go away to find the next trend
leave you alone to stand
Don't not doubt
the things you don't know about
There's no shame to be sceptical
It is better than being gullible