I am in love with you
poets

Yes I am

It is the language
that flows
through your veins
to my brains-

And I fired an arrow-
unaimed

Straight to our
hearts

All of his letters ended in goodbye
instead of to be continued

someday we're all going to die
my brother, he would say

now he's got me saying the same
words like the moon and darkness
that only we could hear

he'd listen to the blues and sip whiskey
until morning, then wake me
from my sleep, tell me to go out

and cut the weeds
growing up around the stone
angels in the field.

From slumber, kicking out the last of my dreams,
only to find that they do not end
For there to greet me, words on a page,
a welcome, a smile, waiting as I lift my eyes

Orange sherbet skies paint my windows
above yawning tree lines at the end of a dirt road
Persimmon outlined shadows
dance about my walls inviting me to look

I grab my cup, hot but needed, step into my shoes
passing through to morning, taking a sip
I find more beauty than my eyes have seen,
while birds flit from branch to branch

The air is cool, unusual but so very pleasant,
heated days form in my memories of yesterday,
when cool springs were no match for the flamed heavens
yet perfection now touches my skin

And I see, before me not a morning, not a brilliant sunrise
but you…your words, your touch, finding me at a distance,
telling me that this day is ours, beyond horizons
Gazing south to north, for the beauty of my day is always you

When I look to the night sky

When I look to the night sky
Leaving the panic world behind
In the dominion of starry nigh
I travel to the galaxies so high

Stars are dim in the moon light
Goddess Moon is on the throne
Her majesty is on the height
And the surrounding glows bright

Every star has its cosmic world
Too different than the earth
Which looks pensive and absurd?
As no groans and pains are heard

All are busy in their specific role
And they never fatigue
To locate their concerned goal
Neither they stay nor they stroll

I was in the romantic shroud
But the groans of my world
Explodes the balmy veil of cloud
When someone calls my name aloud



To a Butterfly

O' short lived butterfly
Ye live forever in the dale of beauty
Spreading about the rainbow of colours
Thy honeydew makes saline moments
Of the spectator, sweet and manna
When thy reflection in his eyes
Gets a forever protection…
Monarch like expedition do you make
From country to country
Crossing the boarders of brooks
Meadows, deserts and spiky paths
And occupy the states of gloomy hearts
Diurnal ye are as a man
But stop! There's a wide gulf
Ye console the weary heart in the long run
He grants weary heart to the consoled one



Materialism….

He is not just a countryman of mine
Even we have a same boundary line
But many years turned into history
Our looks remain a part of mystery


Hunter…

To brothel Cyprian goes
And priest to the Church
What's there for them
They are in search

Tis' a Chance that evaluates

In the game of luck and doom
There is crash there is boom
Some win without action
Some actions lack reaction
Some fall in exertion
Some succeed in desertion
Some defeat in holding seat
Some triumph in their beat
Tis' a chance that evaluates
Success and defeat are just baits

"People of the poor i truly feel sorry
for.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
around, never stopping for the weak, never
listening to them when they speak.
Only the strong survive i'm so sick of
those four words.
to me it's, "Help The Weak, let's bring them
to there feet."
No, No, No say the elite. It's to much
for them to defeat.
An interference is always what they try to
avoid.
What a shame to them that people are
noted to be null and void.
Will the wheel ever stop spinning, or at
least slow down?
Or will it just keep spinning faster until
the spokes splatter all over the ground.?