Remnants of palaces owned once
I have seen
as in shadowed screams ,
as hallucinations
which once were dreams
and
since the emergence of time,
I still see the shadows
dark and still….
cobwebs of my mind,
but my nerves such occurrences don't kill
as I am the steel
behind caged minds,
holding my own hand,
as in the loneliness
of darkened ravines
I alone stand,
hopefully
no one can me kill!

Tick,
A second just came and left,
Another moment you wished you had lived,
And lost among all the rest.

Tock,
Another moment,
Preserved in an endless timeline,
Another one neither you nor I lived,
But the second still left.

Tick,
You heard it and so did I,
Be we have spent every moment alive,
Or had we died long before our time.

Tock,
Lastly I fall,
Gaze upon what’s left,
You always had a way in finding something in me.

BULLET TRAIN

You’re a bullet train
cutting through
the morning mist
hurrying to go wherever
you don’t know..
hit one or two on the way.
they didn’t mean
nothin’anyway.
left them on the railroad track
blood all over the place
never looked back..

You’re a bullet train

Cognitive dissonance,
now there's a word that
has no association by the
mind and its blind spot,
regardless of the facts
presented or if your
mileage may vary depending
on how well your vehicle is tuned
and how big the engine is.

From her balcony window she stares
Into a night sky filled of wishing stars
She refuses to give up on fairy tales

She turns to me, and asks can you read poetry
That would take one to a dreamer’s galaxy
My passion awoke as words danced on the page
She said read till my soul finds wings in your words

I kept reading for the girl infatuated with dreams
Her tears, moved mountains and her smile saved souls
In a whispering voice she said, oh can’t you see
How were flying on passion in a poet’s galaxy

Unfamiliar spectrum analysis
of prism-ed logic spray,
dark realities
bring me to my knees,
threatening to steal the sun away.

Irregular, refractive hotspots
bring about the rain,
shadows attack
the weapons rack,
and take turns inflicting pain.

A broken resolution
leads me to the garden gate;
withered moments fade
in the quiet shade,
poking strobe-like holes in fate.

Echo's realm is your sub conscience mind
Weaving words for you to find
A continuous litany,like a Mobius Strip
Sleep is the trigger that will trip

Born on the ash of a lost ember
In fitful dream
To be remembered
the laughter

Echo etches images
upon corridor walls
there in your memory
to be recalled
the words

Echo hums a familiar song
You've not heard it for so long
soft,softer
echo,echo gone

spring arrives
deadbolt eyes
the rusting room
in echo halls

the stray light wanders
in loves squander
caressing the forgotten
dirty locks

Today is the first day,
I will begin here,
Not sparing on supplies,
But today I will embark.

Life begins every day,
Life ends every night,
But as long as someones at my side,
I know it will be okay.

Through it all,
No matter what happened,
They would come back,
Our of love,
Or regret,
That one always came back.

For today is the first day of my life,
I was born when I opened my eyes,
Gazing into yours so sweet,
I know those eyes will always be staring back.

Memoirs

Appreciation comes so voluntarily
it smartens my heart
and
memories.
mundane ,horrific and wonderful
as you say,
let our lovely memories
as fresh as ever stay
for the remembrance of the past
does not ever evanesce
but does last
till memory is watered
and
twill you amaze
I can recall my very first birthday.
don't laugh,
memories will never vanish
they always will stay
until life itself
fades away'.