Just the Beginning

Not here today,

to beam and smile

at these trophies

in your closet

I've got plenty too

you know

let's keep them

for the others

who can't reflect

lead me instead

to the You's

you've hidden

the skeletons of you

you could never Be

let's open them up

it should be fun, I bet!

we'll cut them up

shed a tear or half

keep what's good,

let's see what we get!

hold on! I've got mine too

This last one

I've been saving

just for you

cut! keep! throw!

now we're all set!

let's then walk out

into this Brave new world

let's run I say

together,
in circumspect.

The Difficulty of Being Good

It's tough to take it hands down,
inwardly you do fret, fume and frown
but once the choice has been made
being nice is a double edged blade
in one go it chops external vice
while inner torment flickers and dies
on the revealing power of time it relies
as mysteries crumble, curiosity flies
wrapped in wrong choices
was this blessing in disguise-
to be still like still water
with the power to think twice.

Amnesia

Little grains these
mini memories
stacked on
my minds
finest sieves


got lost and filtered
into temporal seas.

"...Am in the attic"

Glorious, splendid, extremely excruciating,
back then, it was, what it rightfully was
any different it couldn’t have been... See More
remnant: the will to wipe the scars clean

Effortless, impulsive, jerky, berserk it was,
unfounded, vitals weak, ingrained with flaws.
What if it had to be learnt, cultivated, acquired
instead ? mutual, premeditated, skillfully wired?

Can sanity join hands with spontaneity? she asks thee
Can passion be channeled through wizened wits?
Can experience limit itself to learning; not force one to be
one way or another, ever ready for more, uninhibited, free?

Its in this mindful space that the pixie wanders
her tiny wings aflutter; sparkles she squanders
in this dark unchartered territory so tantalizing
where fearlessly her own fears she's vandalizing

Better than Thee!

Unbound by mortal intentions

I cherish what you see in me

For you ask for no 'whys' or 'why nots'

but in my head, that I should be free.

Virtual Distance = 0

a friend of mine, sad about parting,..

this is for her..

sad and alone are those
who hide in the shadows
come out, come on shine
wipe away that brine

moving away in space and time
your mind is always one with mine
and with all those whom you seek,
we are smiles; not tears on your cheek.

June 14, 2010 12:46 AM

The Order of the Phoenix

Walked a familiar fetid track
you too choose never to look back
in your minds eyes- when you were inferior
when ignorance was bliss; gullibility superior

realizing the vanity of garish puerile passion
you'll forgive yourself, turn it into compassion
let it not let go, let go , let go, let go
but the cocoon and presents you must throw

you must let you, let you, let you, let you be
preserved or crucified- the phoenix must rise
you’re given no promises -fake or otherwise
but the ones you make to yourself; or failed tries.

‘You tangle it not!’

In your queries I seem to find
answers to calm my troubled mind
tough as the questions may be
I’d rather discard them, set them free

Serenity stills the storm in me
for your confessions are charming, candid
your honesty- appealing, more than vivid
it is as nice as nice can be

In awe and respect I be too
of your lucid wish to pursue,
this camaraderie with such effortless rhyme;
for complication is vice; not so here, not this time.

As for the heart, it may grow
more pliable as culprits come or go
with every gash it may get dry
but kinder to those not evil or wry

Indeed insightful intuitive it is
and once another’s free from posits
in avalanches then the affection flows
unchecked then its empire grows.

'Gently, I Plea'

You say its time to revise
redraw the lines, realize
the twinkle in my eyes
is hidden in its own guise

for this brilliant advice
oh saint, shrink, sage so wise
you must, you must device
a line between vice and nice

for a shrivelled heart
cannot but nuture or empart
loving care to a mossy heart
thats looking for new life to start

Peace, Tressia seeks as well
but her heart's unhealthy,unwell
what do you bring to her, pray tell
how is it gentle? and not cruel?

War for Peace?

Diminished as the twinkle may be
it makes sense this time
to rekindle its spark
for healing is a matter of the mind
and needs grit not time
to destroy fear in the corner dark

driven as the untethered maybe
by intelligence scent and rhyme
burnt fingers draw as of now
a broken charred looped line

the true nature of freedom
in the nature of nature
are symbiotic (poetic) binds
waves piercing two souls( two minds)

this war seeks which dukedom?
what does it seek to find?
for there are no battles to be won
when one is all and all is one.

'Hello Jonathan'

Flying high solo
no more does she run
till everything in her breaks;
or her thoughts come undone
for nothing she believes
she can see
that can enliven
the pain she chose to set free

this is when
she spans them out
leaps off the cliff
and reaches out
for the sun

follies are defined
by our own mind
from now on
let there be none

not out of bitterness
not out of fright
she forgives easy
she loves the freedom

Join her in this discovery
fly next to her, welcome.