No Ethic Code

Thinking about time
It all goes by
Leaving
Taking along all its lies
Unfinished promises
Created by us
Can’t blame something
With no ethic code

Lines

Look at your phone
Look at your book
Look at your blanket
Look at your wardrobe
Look at that bar code
Look at that matchstick

They all have lines
They would not be created without lines
Lines can divide
Lines can unite
Lines can organize
Lines can cut
Lines can be rough-edged
Lines can be smooth and refined
Lines are signs
Lines tell you something
Lines contain
Lines can be curvy
And those curves can be ridden and lead into another path

The world would not be complete without lines
The world would not be created without lines

But you can’t cross lines
Lines cross you
And lines draw you

Mysterious

You’re mysterious.
You’re mysterious in the way that makes me want to open you up like a book and read your pages from start to finish but I can’t because you are so high up on the shelf that I cannot reach you.
You sit up on the shelf collecting dust trying to protect yourself from the people who will rip out your pages or bend your cover.
Oh, how I wish I could climb up the shelf and take you down and have you tell me your story.
Maybe one day I’ll finally be able to climb and reach out to you, but for now, you’re just the book I have yet to read and you’re on my list.

Depths

I want to spread your legs
across my sheets
like waves across a beach
and get you wet enough
for me to dive on in
until the depths of you
I reach.

Damaged

I want to tell you
What’s in my head
This entire other world
The constant droning of voices
The screaming and thrashing within

But if I did
If I did…

You’d never look at me the same
I’d be broken to you
Damaged

I know that I am…
But I just…
I can’t let you see me like that

I draw my life

I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a photographer
I take my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.

Missing You

I miss you

I never anticipated
how much
I would hate
the word
“goodbye“

Falling hard

Roll me up
as a crisp packet
and dispose where no one will see.
Crush me
to ice on a snowy bank,
as soil on a no-dig bed.
Though
don’t make
eye contact for I
don’t have eyes that can stay,
they weren’t made for more
than casual harm, see –
pain hurts less than love,
your boot less than your lips.
No fingers through hair,
none laced between mine,
just
burn them, sear them,
throw knives upon them,
I can take that
but I don’t have the strength for your affection nor smile.

Microbes

Unseen microbes everywhere
on our skin and in the air…
microbes form a part of who
we are both me and you

inside symbiotically
more than I as they are we…
in the soil enriching all
like the trees which grow so tall

microbes left upon the Moon
back on Earth grew very soon…
in Earth’s rocky crust below
unseen microbes still can grow

microbes living everywhere
microbes also are aware…
all together intertwined
microbes helped to write this rhyme

This Light

what lingers here, leaving only
its reflection?
once your memory fell through
the mirror
and escaped from my hands  like a river,
it is gold, forever now, because of it.
here, something once so dark
is asking me,
where is all this light coming from?

The Truth

I don’t vocalize
I’m not a musician.
I don’t embalm
I’m not a mortician.
I don’t make objects
disappear in thin air,
I’m not a magician.
I don’t flip numbers,
I’m not a mathematician.
I don’t heal patients,
I’m not a physician.
I don’t tell funny jokes
I’m not a comedian.
I don’t do hair or makeup,
I’m not a beautician.
I can’t run for public office
I am not a politician.

I was born to flip
Letters into words.
I can write a lovely script
Shiny like samurai swords
I can bring smiles to faces,
Via a beautiful love story.
I can take your mind to places,
Using the magic of poetry.
I can make the sun to shine,
In a dimly lit corridor.
My words will outlive time,
Like the soul of a gladiator.
I can morph into a genius,
By the stroke of my humble pen.
The nectar of my ink is gracious
Always doing the best it can.

The truth is all that I know…this is the truth!

Living In The Horror

Living In The Horror

Life we took for granted
The Sun will rise tomorrow
But now the clouds of darkness has
The world in the threshold of its sorrow

Even the addicted, with so many
Attempts of suicide they try
Are clinging to life because they
Really don’t want to die

It feels like we should all paint with
The lambs blood above our door
So that the death cloud passes over
And swear to sin no more

For now we face a real pandemic
And life seems to be an uncertainty
And we are a world facing a new
Challenge and a new reality

It is now we must all realize, precious
Yes life is and we must hold on
And instead of taking learn to give
For a day soon we may be gone

As the world is playing out a most
Enormous powerful scene
The scariest one ever anyone has
Witnessed upon its screen

For it seems there is no end to this
Coronavirus as it continues to devourer
And we will all play our parts
As we are living in the horror

Twelve Midnight

In a room with people who sleeps peacefully
I find myself wide awake
And thinking of my mistakes.
I couldn’t say that I regret them
But I wish I’ve known the outcome.
Their weight is too heavy
For my heart to carry
Day by day, it’s weighing me down
And I feel myself being drowned.

Haiku #10

Youth spins out of dream . . .
Children are made as they play,
. . . In green leaves of grass.

Gore

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Human

I thought I found it:
The answer to being human.
It came in a little heart-shaped box.
It told me to work hard and achieve my goals.
It told me to find people that love me,
and love them too.
It told me to get my head down early
and eat a colourful plate.
With all these boxes ticked,
I found glory in a greater life.
But still I found myself hurting.
I found brittle bones breaking.
I saw people bleed and break.
This, I found, is called being human.
To that, there is no cure.
But to treat life with a healthy smile,
and live out your days bringing smiles to others.
Now that, is being the most human of all.
Being human.

Drive me wild

Write me,
I need your words
To ease my mind
I need your thoughts
To drive me wild.

Ellipsoid Of Revolution

Clarity Is A Rarity In Time Let Alone Rhyme

Words Woven Paradigms As What Is Mine

And What I Claim Is Then Still Rearranged

Found To Be Strange Exchanged Deranged

I Then Hear The Laughter Of The Universe

A Living Curse Though It Could Be Worse

My Story Spills Yet Pollution In Absolution

Convolution Evolution Restitution Revolution !

The Only Me is ME

                                                         I’ll not claim to be a lyrical master

                                                              I’ll not boast that there’s no one faster

                                                             I’m not brightest not the dullest

                                                             My words my not mesmerize or drive you to hysteria

                                                              I may not have every thing that you’ve got

                                                              I am however the one thing you are not

                                                  I am Me and  I’m the only me that has ever or will ever be

                                                              I special in my own way my words are mine to say

                                No matter what you think you are who I am can never be taken away

                                   I am The One the one and only me, No matter what you try

                                                              or how much you pay you can never be me

                                   I’m one of a kind and unique and in all the vast Multiverses stand alone

                                                     To me there is no equal and there is no clone

                                                 In all the worlds in all the times I stand alone  

                                                    For you see when it comes to me you can’t compare

                                                    you might think it’s not right or it’s not fair

                                                   but the fact remains the same you have to see  

                                                               The Only Me is ME

I’m at a loss

As I lay awake last night
Contemplating my life
I felt it in my heart
It hit me as sharply as a knife

I love you

And I know you already know
But I’ve only come to realize how much I truly do
I love you so much, That I don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do with this love for you

It’s burning my soul
With its sheer amount and intensity
I am legitimately at a loss
at what to do with this density

Do I wrap it up and tuck it away?
Or do I allow it to have its way
Would I scare you off if I told you this?
Or would you give a gentle kiss

Would you want to escape from it?
Take your chance to split
Or would you be filled with happiness?
Feel the pure and raw tenderness

It scares me but I know
My self-awareness is rather slow
But now that I know what I know
It’s hard not to show

I love you
I love you so much

Though what to do with this overflowing heart
I haven’t the slightest clue.

Paranoid

Today
Was one of those days
Where I couldn’t
Stop looking
Over my shoulders
Expecting to see you
Close to me
Waiting for me to do something
To push you away like before
Freeze when you started to
Do what you did
I’ve let the paranoia
Sink in
Its been controlling me
Like you had been
I wasn’t perfect…
That terrible feeling I had gotten the night of the storm
How I cried myself to sleep beside my best friend
Because that was the first time
The first red flag
I couldn’t getaway
I tried so hard
But couldn’t
And so I gave up
That’s when the voices started to reappear
I hadn’t heard them in two years
After I had stopped talking to you
And then…
I had that feeling
Once again…
And I couldn’t stop you
But I never gave up
I pushed you away
I didn’t speak
except for once or twice
I know I said no at least once
Or maybe I didn’t
Because they took over to try
She wanted to protect me
So she did
After I was choked
She was the one who said something
When you did what you did
I couldn’t stop her from telling them
She was so angry
Because it wasn’t just me
That you hurt
So now
The paranoia has set in
And I’m so scared
Because you know
Where I live
Where I go on the weekends…
Who I hang out with…
But even though you can’t touch me…
It still makes me
Paranoid

Juggling Hearts

Imagine having as many hearts as you have hands.

Imagine one Doesn’t Belong to you.

Imagine how easy it is to juggle two things

Imagine how hard it is to juggle three things.

Imagine catching three hearts

Imagine dropping one

Imagine picking it back up.

Imagine juggling four hearts.

Imagine being so talented you can catch two in each hand.

One day.

Imagine the one heart
covered in bruises.

Always dropped.
Always picked back up.

Imagine it doesn’t belong to you

It’s Not What You Think.

This life is full of hundreds, thousands, millions of surprises –

Yeah as long as you live and breathe you will always come along of surprises, most pretend as if they feel nothing but no their feelings are hiding under their skins.

A skin pretends to be happy but their eyes tells a whole story that shows all the hurt or pain they been through.

It’s not what you think!

Corona

Corona is here,

Do not fear, 

Its just a plan for the elite to cheer,

To make us scared,

To make money from the cure,

Don’t listen to the bullshit,

It’s all a game,

to decrease the population,

That’s the aim, 

They Show us fake videos of people dying,

Little kids in china who are forced into crying,

Don’t be afraid we will be fine,

The refined sugar in our drinks is the real reason why we are dying, 

Kids with cancer dropping like flies,

The tv media feeds us lies,

It’s not a pandemic,

It’s a made up disguise,

To hide the truth of the agenda they crave,

They want to put millions inside a grave,

The world is rich with food a plenty,

But the elite want to keep it all,

And leave the public empty,

So let me say stand up and say no,

Before it’s too late and we all have to go.

Why Poets Are Important

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜
𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚒𝚜
𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

These are the hands

These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong

The opposite of creativity

The opposite of creativity:
Staring at a blank sheet of
Notebook paper and thinking
The simplicity of the neatly
Placed blue lines is
Good enough.

Art is just Art.

Art is just art unless you start feeling.
Words are just words unless you give them some meaning.
Love is just love unless you do actions.
Hate is just hate unless you give it some traction.

Some Parallel Universe

such a wretched world we live in
where time is enemy
and enemies are your friends
plastering phony smiles
and faking best regards
why live in a world
where the sun scarcely shines?

here’s to living life
purely in the moment
where only true words can prosper
minds only full of wonder
and happy thoughts
that can never decompose

a world like this exists,
i suppose

It’s you

I see her again, that girl.
She is sitting, her hair being a mess.
Her eyes are red from tears,
mouth wrinkled.

Rubbing her now dry eyes,
she stood up.
She fixed her hair
and wore a smile.

I decided to approach her.
Closely, closer, and closer.
She also turned and faced me.
In the same way, she walks toward me.

I reach out my hand,
and so did she.
Our hand touched each other,
that cold smooth sensation.

I stared at her intently,
and so did she.
With a smile in both our faces,
I said “Ah, it’s just me.”

I want to touch you

I want to touch you–
just one innocent touch,
dripping with desire
and coated with love.

I want to touch you–
my lips onto yours,
glazed with a passion
that can’t be unhooked.

I want to touch you–
just my hand in yours,
enveloped so softly
we forget we’ve been hurt.

Let’s Lock the World

down.
close all the borders
close all the universities
no more sporting events
no more company
you stay in your place
I in mine
and we’ll communicate as
we’ve always done –
through the lines

My Kind Of Love

You’re too beautiful to cry
What man did this to your eyes

Would you allow me to try
To put a smile inside

Because
If I could squeeze in some love on the side

Those tears would disappear
And stay clear
If you allowed me to apply

My kind
Of love

AT LEAST TRY

If you can’t hold on
you’ll lose yourself in stages
parts of you have already fallen behind
Try to gather yourself up
being human can be tough
abusiveness is an ugly thing
don’t believe the things that you’re saying
At Least Try

Reality is not real

The inspiration dies
All the time in the world
Is never enough
The food loses its spice,
the river floods
the fire burns
the dust settles,
the smoke fills the air
Thunder glitters the sky,
the land slides.
A small child cries
The sun sets
The gloom steps in
An adult hides,
the sourness stays
The prices rises
market falls
debts increases,
Diseases spread around
World is falling apart.
Everyone is going back
It is true but not.
Nothing really exists
Illusions dive in.

Reasons

There may be reasons to cry
There may be reasons to fall
But someway, somehow
I’ll find a way through it all

There may be reasons to yell
There may be reasons to scream
But I won’t let anyone
Dare ruin my dream

There might be reasons to fight
There might be reasons to protect
I’ll find all possible ways
To accomplish what I expect

There might be reasons to change
There might be reasons to not be the same
I won’t continue playing
Life’s little messed up game

I may be getting weak
I may not live any longer
But experiencing all these problems
I’ll find a way to get stronger

Blind Generation

Men of little faith

Men with eyes but lack light

If only you could see the end of your

Road, perhaps you’ld have return.

Men of vain fame, men with ears but

Cannot detect sound, if only you could

See the source of what you listen to, perhaps

You’d realized what fools you have been.

You talk of leadership

But you are no leaders

Cheaters and liars in secret, whose end

Is self destruction and eternal separation.

Truth, refuse to heed

For lies roam the atmosphere

Turn back before you expire

Inspire what is left in the dark.

Put aside corruption and greed

We are suppose to be a peculiar breed

Why dress with bombs and

Claim to do God’s will?

Hate and prejudice, mice we must end

Humanity we must preserve

Earth we must conserve

Leaves should stay green and fresh.

This is our time

Put away racism and revenge

And black will be black

And blindness will fade away.

MYSTERY

The Mystery is….still a mystery…
So i slove what i can…the problems of man…
The Mystery is…. still a mystery…
So i love who I can…According to plan…
The mystery is still a mystery…
So what will i find…Inside my mind…
the answers to some…the questions of all…
Where do you run… Who do you call…
The blessings of life no mystery there…
Just Call out his name for he is everywhere…
The Mystery is whats taking so long…
Let him into your heart thats where he belongs…

Murder, Sweet Murder

It’s unfortunate
That you had to die
Even more so
Because it was me who
Had held the knife

you cried
so perfect
The way you screamed
When your stomach
Was exposed

Your heart was racing
In a fear unspoken
Your breathing was slim,
For your lungs would not open

Blood paints the walls
And I take a taste
Someday maybe I
Will share the same fate
Welcoming death’s
Eternal embrace

Numerlogy

I don’t need to know my numbers,
because I am aware of my worth.
But to you, it either doesn’t count.