An awkward angled and elbowed crane
Bowed and tipped his hat to me--
Asked for my number and a date.

I turned my foxy nose up.
My eyebrows arched,
And my friends laughed.

Derision seeped through his lowly form.

Years later, I am shopping after
A hard day of work--
Sweaty, *****, ordinary.
I am buying tampons.

I run into him at the store
Through a mutual friend.
I do not recognize him.

He seems taller--maybe he has learned
Confidence.
His face is tan--acne gone.
He is handsome--muscular.
His clothes fit him well.

No awkward bowing or stooping,
But something in his eyes when
Our friend asks if we've met before,
And I say, "No."

After I walk away, it dawns on me
Like an egg's yolk cracking over my head
And dripping--oozing--down.

And I hope he recognized me too.

Now I ask you to join me
Now you celebrate
Not being me. Not being you
Only Us for the great

UN
load!
DIS
arm!

EN
large!
OUT
side!

Some steps I will take
Be my guest
Pull your anchor
Out of the lake



We're
In the room
In the building
In the crowded city
In the country with thousands of cities
The country shares the continent with an enemy nation
The two rivals are carried round and round by the Earth's endless rotation
The Earth obeys the master’s magnetic line, burning since uncountable clock time
The sun is blind to his insignificance too, ignoring billions of other star mates, it can’t see through
Immeasurable it seems, magnifying! All of them such tiny little parts in one of Miss Milky’s arms
Some light years away there they are: Pinwheel, Cartwheel, Black Eye, Andromeda and Cigar
Unmeasurable it seems, humongous! All of them such a fading little part of the cosmos

There you are
Floating from a distance
Feel the empty ground
Drink from the fountain of existence

Still blind to insignificance?
Still convinced about the rightness of imposed beliefs?
Still judging others’ defects according to our pretentious and vain mind?
Still punching away the different, protecting the mold?
Still reinforcing illusory antagonism and insignia?
Still seeing only two sides?
Still holding to the pride?

Still
In the ******* room

Am I? Are you?
Let's try it again

Now that you are gone
they surely
will find you
as good as you
know you deserve
on Earth.

Why do you mock me
here in my own space?
This is my home
to desecrate.
Had I known you were
here as well I might
take my chances
to venerate.

I want to be alone,
lonely and lost.
I want to be
the god that I ought.
Whatever it takes,
however I find
I may as well
buckle up,
because I'm ******
either way.

Now that you are gone
they surely
will find you
as good as you
know you deserve
on Earth.

A pike of grain is lovely when                                                                                 It's together with sisters and with brothers anytime .....                                        It looks arrogant when it's alone ,but                                                                      It's reaped by a farmer ,then                                                                                   It's humble ......                                                                                                         Life teaches us many lessons and                                                                            There are many examples around us ..........

That is a lot of gold,
Missy.
Everything is metal,
it attracts me like the
reflection.
That is a unique thing,
Darling.
It brings me to
introspection;
is life vast? is there more,
for instance, than
that shiny--?
The word jumps from my lips
but you,
Sweetheart,
are bought for a high price.
The bidder is my heart.
Please try not to  object
to my being so objective.

our home—
a speck of dust submerged in ink.
black so dark the
perfect embodiment of shade,
yet,
twinkling,
glistening—shimmering as
infinite diamonds crushed to dust then
blown across creation.

night sky alight with fire.
figures of fantasy and of legend,
mythical beasts
do battle as
brilliant hued flame.

space scape wonders, the tool marks of
man's most humble beginnings.
spied afar from a fantasy of grandeur,
titans of absolute certainty towering
over mystery as if
it were something humanity had conquered.
so tall mankind, our height
a spire of arrogance.

the truth we refuse,
blinded by ambition; that
we—mankind
the champions of delusion; that
we—mankind are little more than
a colony of ants believing
to possess answers pertaining
life's mystery.

A judgemental, prideful and arrogant writer confines within his mind.

A pen. A pen and a paper.
It all starts with pen and paper.
Music and art and literature and films
They're all brought to life (and limited)
by pen and paper

With pen and paper, you create
You become a god
You create and destroy at your whim
But like a god, you are to be destroyed
by your same creations

The only way to stay safe
away, and free
from the awaiting destruction you created,
is to stay far from pen and paper

Alas, pen and paper call to you
What comes off it, is something that
takes time to tame.

It is not a question of seeking answers
but a question of control.
Controlling pen and paper.
You control pen and paper,
you control life.

Superior.

Go now to the second stair;
I've hidden many wonders there.
No gold or jewels or gems or cash.
But, rest assured, there is your share.

You'll perhaps think me brash,
When you happen 'pon my stash.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So at the stair, go be abashed.

You'll find tufts of matted hair,
Clotted flesh, both dark and fair.
Now all these deaths are mine to claim.
But, rest assured, there is your share.

I cannot say it was my aim,
To turn the stair into a frame.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So I'll not be taking all the fame.

So go now to the second stair,
First comes joy, then despair.
Past that: regret, then who knows?
But, rest assured, there is your share.

And just like the old saying goes,
I will admit, my blood-lust grows.
But, rest assured, there is your share,
So go to the stair and claim your throes.

Now go on to the second stair,
Fret no more; you've no right to care.
'Twas your goading put them there.
So, rest assured, you'll find your share.