The great escalation of feeling and love
can never replace the jarring, falling feeling of disappointment.

Renaissance Man

mathematician, painter and poet
a genius of an engineer
I wish I could have met the man
or even better if he were here

I would follow him everywhere
absorbing as much as I could
trying to collect his brilliance in a jar
you know most surely I would

his curiosity and imagination
equaled by few mortals ever known
his feats of undeniable skills
his seeds of desire forever grown

the anatomical research he started
unequaled technological ingenuity
the beautiful Mona Lisa's face
the Last Supper reflects his ASSIDUITY

the creator of simple bobbin winder  
the theory of plate tectonics
solar power and hydrodynamics too
his thoughts on moving robotics

yes he was a marvelous genius
his love of life will live on forever
sharing his unending reaching mind
we can marvel at this man together

Gomer LePoet ....

Emptiness staring back at me, not of the paper but my soul indeed.
Shaking hands try to come up with something, an idea to pen down atleast.
This vast emptiness scares me the most for, devoid of my creativity
I'm just like the others, so incomplete myself. An entirely faceless entity
I always turn to this paper and pen, in hope of letting myself flow
Because this plain God doesn't judge when I thus let myself go
When you write, you write down a part of yourself. A part you never even knew existed
And what happens when you don't know what to write of? You're limited, you're restricted
I write not to impress. For I know my musings are hardly worthy of praise.
But it's how I complete myself when I connect to the paper in such unnatural ways.
So, I write, I soar, I fly. This is how I dance
And now and then, ever so lovingly, I give my soul a glance.

you left me on a warm day in November, when the sun was icy and the clouds resembled falling

snowflakes, suspended in the same disbelief that I was. I had a sudden rush of recognition that the

long red thread that anchored our bed had broken and there was nothing more keeping you here than

the ghosts of a kiss that once held the world. I tried to hold you, to warn you of the damage you were

wreaking on my leaking soul, when you spit me out onto the sidewalk and lulled me with

kind words until you were far enough away to run. I won’t ever forget your soft-shelled whispers. I

won’t ever forget your pricked-finger touch. I can’t ever forget your deep-ocean kiss. I can’t ever

forget your fairy tale. I can’t ever forget our mutual thinly veiled neglect. your moan is all that kept

me awake during the draught. please don’t let me go.

Mary Jane please don't tell,
But I'm stuck under your spell,
Amsterdam secrets,
Promise me you will keep them,
Higher than the stars at night,
Don't let me fall 'cause  I'm as free as a kite.

The grass is always greener,
Between the cold tips of my fingers,
Spark the lighter and savour,
The smoke and the flavour,
Mary Jane won't deceive me,
In my mind where she calms me.

One last puff until I'm sober,
The come down won't mean it's over,
Come back tomorrow and I'll be fine,
When Mary Jane loves me from the inside.