Before daybreak, hesitant sunshine, Thursday morning, there was no sign. Impending danger, broken peace, Silent sirens, tardily release! Innocent sleep, unknowing souls, slowly crawling, the wind, it blows! Under the skin, Colorless killer, undetected criminal, stand and shiver! Heart beats faster, everything is heavy. where do you run, unseen enemy? Calm beaches, beautiful sand, city … Continue reading Suffocating Styrene!
Wind in my hair, Hands on the wheel, Empty roads and a little prayer. A beautiful feel! Danger at an arms length changing gears and modes mind full of strength clear the dust, clean codes! Time standing still, escape the feeling of four walls, slowly crossing the hill, all the calls, sleep recalls! Nine to … Continue reading Back to Everyday!
The thoughts they come, from I don't know where, connecting dots, that's all I care. My canvas fills, sometimes a story, an abstract poetry, words etched in glory On a roll, I go solo, seconds or minutes, high souped tempo. Sometimes confused, where do I go, so i stop and slow down the tempo. The … Continue reading Fast and Slow
Moving smoothly on rainbow dew, Marks like the drops of rain, Memories they renew, Sometimes even comforts pain! Ink like liquid gold, imprints voice forever now, For whats new and all that's old, Keep me in your hands somehow! A bridge from mind to paper, thoughts never lost, Her beauty is what you give her, … Continue reading A Feather Stick!
The brutal rays of the sun, tardily burning the skin! Through the window pane, It pierces the silence within! The eyelids are heavy, There's no control, As stiff as a log, dead as a soul! Ten in the morning, Tiredness grows! Peeling from inside, slowly expose! Why does day break? This is a big mistake! … Continue reading Oh! My Mornings!
Those little hands, Those fragile feet, Nothing he understands, So little, so sweet!Oh! So innocent! No impurity has touched, A smile so magnificent, My finger, he clutched! Was there something he wanted to say? He beat his tiny hands and legs, Did he want to start to play? Was he ready to make some friends? … Continue reading A Fathers Word
The Poetic Prism 