Story of the Mirage

Dusk
Wraps her rocks and pebbles and waters
In the knowing cold
Separating her from her sky
Tricking the horizon to sleep
Like a villain


But she could never stop
her waters, holding the sea of tears of her sky, so far
One singularity
woven into the delights of a gaze
Like a emboldened secret


So he stays,
glazing in the sun, and in the moonlight
his memory twinkling from afar
you can never make out if its his tears or hers
Like the joy of a lifetime

The Tree

Another dusk

Clearing the burned dust,

Like always,

A tug of war with the zephyr

Reminding of my life

My roots sigh, take a deep breath

And protect me

I mix meaning in the blood they carry

Not without complain

Some leaves drop off to kiss her

Gently touching my feet

Drinking off the dews, from my dream

And within, a lightning favours me

Sparking a burn

Telling me what to do

What to do...

He comes, reminding me

Of the pawn of an era

Forfeiting my patience

I smile, he'll lose again, I'm sure

Why is his pain so much a drug

A drug to me

A drug, through me

The zephyr escapes with, "I warned you,"

A smile scars deeper into my trunk

Right where the young lovers wrote their names

Carved it on me, tatooed it with their blood,

That same highway has only aged two horizons

I know, he'll get them to me, one day

Some day

With their wrinkled hands, still feeling 

The touch of their carved heart....

And my pulse.

The QUESTion

"Write a poem, dedicate it to me,"
She says.
His eye cheats on her....
As he glimpses
Far away, breathing, in the trenches
Fighting
On the other side, his own soul
Flickering lies his darkness
Nourished by his own flame of life
She questions, and he answers, "Contradiction,"
She goes on, flaming more of the darkness
As he believes, would lead him to a path
Where everything seems to strike a deal with his soul
And he gets to keep his peace
But as he sees the enemy within,
He wonders if he could let go of the chaos
Since the chaos promise him a quest
That fulfill his life's nights and nights alone
Offending a day of a smile,
Of a glitter, of hope,
But if he chose this, he would break his promise
Of exploring, of knowing,
Of being,
A heart's that's close to him
He lies to her...
Life is his mistress, and Death, his soul-mate

Chain Reaction

A tulip brought in the sun today
A truck dumped a life
A highway peeped into a soul
Fish filled an empty creek
Victim kissed the victor's sword


His death shook hands with his life
Its moments made a deal with nostalgia
But the tears looked the other side
The stars felt ignored
Whispering tidal warfare to their Moon


The water bargained, and lost
To the sand, hungering for the waves
While the sun wondered to shine or not 
The clouds helped it become hazy
Astraea cries, "Enough", and the rain falls down


Restoring souls, fetching bodies
Hearts start beating, pounding a storm
Eye lashes learn to cover them
A rose comes to term with its thorn
Moved to kiss, and not prick redness...