Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A happy song!

Can't we live a peaceful life,
in those heavens' depth
blue the open sky
where the clouds sail!

I felt more than knew
there, on the dimples of my face
a caress, of morning dew
as I tread merry, wide awake!

Watching the golden sunshine
from the horizon of east
A greeting of open smile
lets celebrate so, ho a new day!

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Music Eternal

The symphony of life
where the music of present
aspires a resonant rhythm
and the difference is, beauty itself

Few hear the chorus
and fewer listen to it's essence
but those who do, seldom they are alone
for they know, love binds us all

Love, when platonic is boundless
as it transcends as the will to live
 and the very air we always breathe
though wild it creates, a music before unheard

Music such, the rhythms of life united
in up's and down's of experiences
lives eternal, a the soul that can fly
towards a completion, where infinity exists...

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Asking myself

The simple truth
painful, deep inside
hurts so much
oh my god!
The first in many
a question of sexuality
where abuse seems normal
when such superiority of masculinity
tries to dominate
indomitable women
physically
and with eyes
that tells
her chastity
is facade
this
when
spelled in words
i am disgusted
being a man
so i question, the worth
that is mine
my strength, my pride
which defines what i am
shamed this creature how could i be
even though within i think i be
a thread of light
in wheel of time
a member of men
who fought for freedom
for all humans under heaven




Saturday, August 1, 2015

shred of shade

To live in shadows
and feel the light
for what it truly is
an exaltation unparalleled

And when dreams came true
the gladness and surprise
how can one forget, even a shade
precious re-remembered, breath of life

Though the will of time
i defy, with hatred and with fear
though, without it, i never was mine
the child of summer, once too held dear



Fountain of Youth

 Never get old always stay fresh it is the desire of every man who feels he has aged And seen so much, ugliness so little beauty in innocenc...