Saturday, March 10, 2012


Dismay and dread can cloud your thoughts,
but only resentment can make you blind.

Only in the day can you espy the dreams,
that might evade you and leave you behind.

Time is just a constitution of moments,
but only reason can determine your rise and decline.

At night you may feel the sparkle and shimmer,
that turns that woe of yours and their wrath benign.

Might you vigilantly fathom and might you not,
but scraps of ardor will get caught in the line.

Unknowingly pull and draw as you vigorously could,
that catch might be ostentatious or candidly divine.

Then wish upon a wish for rights and retribution,
but rest assured that it will be an endless strife.

Pay profusely the price with dust, dirt and grime,
that lay your daisies as you opt out of life.

Yes, the sun must set to rise.

Saturday, March 3, 2012


Sing the forgotten words to you,
they had solemnly vowed to deliver anew.
Detached and riveting is your conversation,
you necessitate hearkening and fixation.

Love for all that shines.

You round them up and ascertain the suit,
to discover the gray beneath the blue.
Might your confabulation lead to zeal,
you aspire and wish to just feel.

Love for all that radiates.

Planets in the sky towards you have inclination,
surrender their light to gain your adulation.
What must be, be it so when you entreat,
for life always hands you another blank sheet.

Love for all that matters.
And Love for all that changes.