Blue eyes

How do you hold
The summer sky
In your eyes?
Its infinite blue
Divided in two
Captured
In the marble
That holds my heart

February winter

February winter
So temperamental
Lets the sun out
But invites the wind
Along with the chill
That seeps in
To my blood,
My heart

But darling
If you hold my hand
Like you would
A string
Tied to a balloon
And not let go
It will thaw inside
what’s frozen
So the passion
Can freely flow.

From a war torn country

I look above;
Tiny metallic wings
Spread wide
Against the infinite blue
Soundless, soaring
Higher than than the tired
Flapping wings.
I wonder
Where you’ll rest your feet.
I wonder
If we’ll ever meet.
Will you be the one
To welcome me
To the groundless existence
In the safety of your chambers
Turning giants to ants
Demarcating the vastless ocean
Letting me look down on skyscrapers
Letting me look in the eye of the clouds.
I wonder.
I wonder if you’ll be the one
To displace me
From this morbid land
Where loud metallic wings
Hurry their way
To keep us still.

It’s fucked up

It’s fucked up
How you want to
Taint innocence
With drops of your desire
No regard for tomorrow
Just to appease
Your moment’s hunger.
Fragility you seek–
In their vulnerability
You find opportunity.
By your act
You leave them burning
In the embers
Of their confusion,
Flames of your corruption.
Ashes left behind
To be picked up
By grieving adults
Dreams, hope and joy
Smashed to pieces
Debri of broken hearts
All over —
Just to please
Your wicked heart.

Haiku 112

You love like candles;

Burning every bit of you

Just to give me light.

Your touch

Your touch as subtle as the morning dew,

That drops in the resting pond, creates ripples

Against the stillness of my existence;

Like a lost solitary leaf, floating,

I am swept up by your current.

 

 

 

The ocean

How you’ve scaled down the mountains

So fresh and pure in your infancy

You’ve seen the world in its innocence

And taken part in its brutality

You’ve held lives and sustained it

And you will continue to do so

Long after I’ve ceased witnessing.

Footsteps on the snow

I’ve been following on your footsteps
Left behind in the slumbering snow
Until the fresh snowfall covered it all;
A new canvass, to leave my own.

Apathy of the universe

Soaked in my ego, I  went to the universe

Demanded his attention as the leaves would the wind

Told him my story and the victories within

The struggle I had overcome, the height I had reached;

Told him I deserve more, and that I deserve better

I deserve to be a legend, the one to remember.

After hearing my story, the universe replied,

“Your life does not move me.

There are thousands like you, and millions more deserving

Yet I keep my hands tied.

‘Cause I merely exist,

And so do you.”

 

Haiku 111

An evening moonlight

Reflects off your twinkling eyes;

Heaven, in my mind.