define her

you are
the honeycomb of fruit nectars
the ripened peach fruit,brimming with delight
the red wildflower on a snowy mountains peak
the heavenly rays of sun piercing fell clouds
the afternoon breeze behind a flowers sway
the northern star in winters night
the ballads tune of summer harvest
the princess amongst angels
the queen to my souls heart

Space

pitch black a starless void

mind numbing coldness

bend twist violate the space around me

an infinite maze of a deafening vacuum 

a never ending horizon

expanding beyond futile reach

neither near the end nor at beginning

somewhere in between limbo and chaos

yet I stand

loneliness I welcome you

with arms wide open

I stop you from conquering this space

fill it with bone flesh and sinew

I break your dominance of darkness

fight your silence 

with every inch of strength

yet I am losing the battle

hunted down by memories

murdered by silence

Your thoughts

Will you be my curious Mona Lisa
Make me wonder on your thoughts
Are they Of glistening dew on scarlet roses
in a morning field of gathered bouquets
Or of Crystalline raindrops caressing rainbows
gently pulsating from icy waterfalls
 flowing into a lucent stream waved on by water reeds
or a summers lake where white swans
pirouette in pairs, curtsying and bowing
as they dance to a lovers melody
Will you be my sunshine
make an ominous moon shine heavenlike 
And steal shadows from twilight
throw a curtain of bluesky around me
ripple my being with warmth

Clouds

Stagnant Dark clouds of rain
Such Immensity yet petulant in manner
Art thou filled with envy?
Such vanity thy possess
Canst thou see this groveling creature in need
of star filled nights to gaze upon?
or do thy covet such heavenly pleasures
keep stars and crescent moons in jewelled boxes yonder
Or dost thou mock lesser beings
with the Slyest of snickered lips
Do my ire humor thy being?
Is my praying gaze a jest for Thee?
Part thyself for this kneeling wretch
Pray let him be lost in that nitesky
To feast on divine stars,quaff on moonlight
Is all I survive for
And yet thy persist,unmoved
Nay a shade of pity passes on thee
Should I part my chest and show thee a
Still lifeless heart?
Gouge these jaded eyes in offering?
Or flay my skin and wave it at thee?
Tell me what need I do
Tell me.

Chains

Years have past ,

unnameable mistakes made,

all these chains on my shoulders

arm Thick metal chains

glistening black, innately cold

twist,slither around me

whiplash trail of cold burns

blistering pain racing thru the core

shoots up a frostbitten spine

 its vise like grip unfaltering 

choking air out of lungs

bones crackle, pop,sinew contort 

at its whim,at its pleasure

under the mind numbing weight

legs shiver,buckle

the mind buried under inches of pain

as a dark veil falls on double vision

a body fails,crumbles

folds into itself

a muddied pile 

blood,guts,misery

Picture in My mind

waves of an emerald blue ocean reaches for
a pristine white beach like lovers reunited
in a warm embrace whispers of sweet nothings
echo in a pearl white conch 
under a lucid blue sky lining an endless horizon
A pleasant breeze swirls by ethereal clouds
revelling at the sight of the lovers in embrace
playing a sweet symphony for lovers to frolic
On yonder hill church bells ring in unison
As singing robins gather on a tree branch to join in harmony
An orchestra of pure mirth
a glockenspiels tune of joy
A celebration of endless love like none other.

simple

Sometimes coldness creeps in when one delves on matters

that can't be solved by reasoning alone.

It brings you down on your knees,huddling in corners,

trying to remember the warmth of that one you loved and lost.

Yet that empty space still remains deep inside. 

It contracts and expands,

as time further faddens that memory.

As you helplessly grasp on to those bubbles 

of thoughts,feelings of love and joy

but they slip away like grains of sand thru bottomless crevasses.

Life of Pi?

Its very difficult to deal with starvation or near starvation.After a few days of only water and barely eating anything,he starts to hallucinate.He becomes aggressive as the need to survive kicks in and his body starts to eat itself in order to survive.Only the numbness of his feet and hands as he wakes from black out sleeps, reminds him that he is truly alive.He waits a moment longer on his bed for the red bruised darkness to fade from his vision and gently stomps his feet and slaps his palms together to get some life blood flowing again.Day and night meld into one as reality moves on a pace he cant keep up with.Waking moments are filled with memories of loved ones yet the images are altered so that he feels a moment of serenity while his whole being continues to gnaw on itself noisily.To be sane is his only purpose now yet those thoughts are all that is left.He shapes it like clay; out of the shards of memories of loved ones and days gone by.Yet it was not all lies as the world would perceive his story to be.Love and God dwells in the harshest and unforgiving of times.The world is magnified in between the kaleidoscopic scenery of pristine blue skies and the darkest of nights,unreachable horizons and of stars and a crescent moon on calm waters;all unfolding in front of his very eyes.The very essence of nature;the enormity of good and evil,is etched and splashed on the very fabric of his existence until he could take no more;he dives in with his reality.

Missing Pieces

This a story with a rhyme

of all the time

we had together before you went away

of all the love you had and gave away

yet nobody cared

when you waited on them

in the rain and sun

but they were all blind

cynical and unkind

and I sit here hoping you'd be back

like old times well talk smack

talk about the day and all the troubles

now thats just like little bubbles

of memories all deep inside

popping up and now it feels like

burning,fire,flames 

remorse,regret and losing hope

o,I wish the world would stop

pause a little and ponder

why that vacuum in this corner

no,nobody gives a damn

but I am feeling like a puzzle

missing a piece

I know Ill never rest in peace

until this pulse stop beating

when lungs stop breathing

when is all done n over

now I feel like crossing over

To heaven just to be whole again

i'll find you we'll finally meet again.

His Legacy

A castle made of stars in twilight

Between a magical curtain of dusk and dawn

A sparkling luminescence of unmoving fireflies

On a flowing tapestry of a moonless night

The sight fills his heart with warmth

A shade of memory passes his mind

Of a loved one so dear to his ailing heart

I see him again

I see the love again

The enchanted fireflies break from their reality

Swirl,dance to a symphony unheard

Almost bursting with star-like brilliance 

They form into a figure He knows too dearly of

His eyes dilate,heart pulsates

His aching fingertips almost feels its presence

His palms together cupping the air

Holding on to the grains of memories

That slowly start to slip away

His arm tighten,veins bulge in agony

To no avail

the memories fade away

Thru the crevasses of his fingers

An overturned hourglass of fleeting memories

of something that once was but

never to be again.

Forlorn search

Whither shall he go

When a vacuum of emptiness is left behind

Where once stood a figure of love

Will emptiness fill him with despair 

When memories tug at his soul on every minute

Whilst the mind reminds him of the departed

Where is that heartwarming solace,

Where is the unforgotten love

Wandering eyes seek glimpses of a familiar shadow to no avail

Wasted footsteps in this material plane,the search dulled

Whither shall he go.

THE DESPICABLE DEAD

 Kim Jon Ill is dead..he is dead...is this a dream...the night actually looks brighter..the north korean people crying in the streets look fatter,pink of health...is this for real...the newscasters sang the beautiful news of a heart attack...the melody of the very muscles cringing and whining as it magnificently.. kills the heartless desolate body its held captive in...the countless IVs and medical equipment liberated from the expiring torture of holding a lifeless corpse alive for so long...but not anymore..joyous liberty rang across the unforgiving state..in his palace a banquet of feast of the finest caviar,shark fin and exquisite wine sat somber ,not knowing that their brightest of prayers answered..their hopes of one day being thrown out in bags of rubbish only to be found like golden treasures by the commoner in the bleak cruel winter..to finally warm the belly of the begging child on the bitter streets that bites and tears the naked feet...almost coming true!Yet in between all the silent joys and thanksgiving ..whispers are heard of another leader to come.A well fed seal-like figure with copious amounts of lard hanging from face and belly alike..Yet we all ask the same questions,will it change?will the claws unclench a fraction or will it snap shut again with its prisoners shivering inside...no one knows for sure what will happen..as the smiling faces of generals with countless medals strewn on uniforms gather on the soft luxurious carpeted floors around their leader..in silent whispers the fate of a nation lies as the once bright night slowly but surely fades into but a memory nothing more...