Tears

Eyes drenched in its sadness
Bare this strain of madness
Before and after this darkness
The tears of terror and shadiness
Fall to relinquish these cries of sulkiness
These tears are my weakness…

The drain of strength
Is a gain to death
Again I rest this sorrow's truth
In the lantern's path
Eyes see only a wrath
Of an unholy faith
A union of fear and an oath
To moan when life bequeaths
Souls of the broken seethe

Their unsoiled taste
Like dew it all wastes
Away from eyes so fast
All grief flows in haste
Through them reality becomes fate
That one must not hate
Tears to quench this wait
Tears to break a quest to feast

Eyes drowned in its fall
Like the rain it calls
A name known to all
In the earth it stalls
All happiness as silence befalls

A Wheatear's Safari To Serenity

Hear the cry of a wheatear…
Can you see her tears
Stream down to a lake of nowhere?
In the sky she flies
From a life in pieces she thought
Would never be
An end to this struggle
Is all she’ll ever wish.

She seeks a heaven
Where time is endless
And every blissful moment relentless
Where sorrow is negated by a
Split second’s delight
Of an earthly harmony.

Far beyond the specter
Of her mind, she flies
Leaving behind a daystar
Of a broken hope.
Her fiercely flaming wings
Burn beneath a feud
Between body and soul
A feeling of heavenly bliss
Is all that time can offer

Are We Free?

The birth of a baby is its freedom
From the confinement of its mother’s womb
And perhaps the limitations of its solitude
And dependence of life on its mother
To speak their tongue
Talk to their god
and live their way…
Is this freedom?

Are we free
When we dream
And hope to be
The wishes of the spirits?
Now and forever we’ll be
Free only when we believe
In life’s own essence:
An illusion of make believe
Which deceives he who believes
That beauty is a façade of lies
And freedom is not a state of mind.


Like sheep we’ll be
Silent with only tears to
Show our lynch’s cry
For a freedom’s rupture
Beyond the world known to man
Where a reality is concealed
And death is a freedom
From the world’s agony.
Is this why sheep doesn’t cry
Before slaughter?

Passion Flames

Flares of my inner desires
Rise to the depth of this mire
Of sensations within my soul’s Yearning
For a deeper reach or perhaps a touch
To seal this heart with passion.

A deep passion scent
Is the air that the angel sent
Its tastes find a succulent
Vigor of this soul food
I cannot deny this…
This feeling of human completion:
Its blissful nature massages my soul’s
Desire to have you and you only.

To be in touch this epiphany
To seek not that which is found
To hope for a higher essence of life
To be safe in this shelf of lust
Is more than I can ask for.

A climb to the peak
Of this untold reach
Is not what they preach
When I lose me in my rich
Before I rest I beseech
To touch your heart of peach.

Is It Enough?

To heal my wounds with your kiss,
Is it enough to hope that you will
Steal away my heart’s knoll of pain.
Is it enough to be and only to be?
Thor throws his wrath
And my soul thaws with empathy
Is it enough to run away
From a life that has gone wrong?
This shameless infamy‘s
Touch brings an ecstasy
Of our immoral heathen.
Is it enough to love?

To hold you in my arms
And kiss your soul always.
Is it enough to have you
As a wife, a righteous half I’ll never be?
What more must it take to feel
Alive like the yellow sun of a mid
Summer's soothing day?
Is it enough to hold your heart
Prisoner of its own emotions?

To feel this soaring pain,
To know that hope will not be again
Here for me to gain
Refuge through this thick black rain,
Is it enough to cry these tears of truth
And sheer human completion
When I love you?
Down I fall through the numb valley
Of a home where we lay.
Before I ask for a meaning of this life’s delay
I must stop this bleeding of my mind!

My life misunderstood
This mellifluous that has stood
Will be my only oasis when you stand
Your ground and say you don’t love me anymore.
Is it enough to sacrifice?
When all I get is more of this pain.
Is it enough to be me?
Is it enough…

Sunday Picnic (Tanka)

A sunday morning's bliss
Brings us to a fine picnic,
Scrumptious food you make
Every taste as fine as you,
Beneath the sun we must kiss.

Merry Christmas (Haiku)

A merry christmas
To you and your family - -
I will pray for you.

Walking The Dead

When I’m alone with mystery
I choose not this misery,
Death took them away so swiftly
They come to me, I kiss them softly
Without a chance to say goodbye
They all vanished like dye.

A swim in a lake of forsaken souls
Chills my heart’s core,
In its blood I sink
Thinking of the things
That are not meant to be.

Whispers in the winter night
Reveal the death of the lantern’s light,
They are here seeking for their plight,
Through this tough fight
I must climb this dyke of scarred sight
And guide them where pain is tamed.

Dunes of Fear

My bare bleeding feet
Bare scars of our sore farewell's treat,
My crimson infects smudge earth…
They are my broken foot prints
Follow them and embrace
My oblivious sprint.

These tears tear me
Taste their saltiness
And fill me with your sulk.
Your eyes as white as milk
Smirk with lust for blood.

I can't do it alone,
I‘ll surely drown in the fear
That lives in me,
Help me swim through this lake
Of forsaken souls.
I look above and paint
The sky with weakness.

My grief reigns over me
The feel of ice enthralls my torn heart,
A touch on numbness slays my mortal essence,
O’ come sway my aching ghoul.
This fear feasts upon my clout
A crease of terror divides mind
I’m afraid, not of death but leaving
This heaven I created…

The Truth

It is not what you think it is
It is that which you speak
And all that they seek,
A hiss with a kiss
Is all that the truth has.
Toady flowers will die with his loss
Is this the truth?

It is the reason for your being here,
It is a slalom road to home,
Someday I’ll come
And take us away from this lame
Consign of oblivion.
Every word,
Every step,
Every breathe
You take are all in
The name of the truth.
Empathy thumps with a passion
But we choose not to see it.
In the quest of seeking truth
You lose me and I lose you.
We all are too close for
Time to separate us.

It is there for us to hold
It is that which the blind can see,
It is beneath every sorrowful face
It is in the terror of mankind
The reason for any war
Are the woes that man
Can live without…
These sins are the inner reflections
Of the demons in everyone.
I ask for the truth
And again you’ll tell me
What you want to hear.