Prayer

In all this room -

there is silence.

Chaotic silence – contained

in a million thoughts. That

zip like light behind these lost eyes.

I may seem distant; arrogant – though

in the company of those I keep  -

I am humbled.

Deliver me from those -

purposeless beings who seek;

to satisfy an endless appetite.

If it is before such -

that I seem wise;

I ask forgiveness.

With such beings I needn’t compare;

for wisdom needn’t step down to them.

In my own eyes – and yours

I will be judged.

Judge me not; by what I own

But by my thoughts – and how I love.

Judge me well; for if -

I have not attained that wisdom;

It is only so I could learn from thee.

As your scent fills the air …..

Resting here by you;
it is easy to lose myself
as your scent fills the air.

Sweet lullabies unfold;
while your small hand you let me hold
just as your scent fills the air.

A baby’s sleep;
will rest a troubled soul
only because your scent fills the air.

A thousand truths;
you may leave untold
yet you let your scent fill the air.

A young man;
will gracefully turn old
while your scent fills his air.

To the world;
he has nothing to prove
as he has your scent fill his air.

Sigh …

Soft lips caress my

ear – with your sweet breath sighing.

Irresistible.

Strokes and Words

All I want to do is write

Not for the expression;

but for the friction.

To feel the pen, against rough paper

and nothing less – nor more.

 

 

But know not I; words

to put down this moment.

As words – cannot express now

what i wish to say.

But this feeling – I wish would stay.

 

Words – shallow – in their limitation

strokes – give me – much liberation.

But forced I am – to put down words

and the strokes seem lost – in them.

Now you only see the meaning -

not this moment that is fleeting.

Now you only see me communicating

not the primitive art of creating.

 

 

02_Dreams.mp3

Repetitive strums

on your guitar strings – in ‘Dreams’

I am hypnotized.

My Silent Echo

Not a word I am saying,

not a sound I am making.

Only thoughts in my mind -

like wild horses straying.

 

But the sound in your company,

as though exactly my identity.

Your stinging guitar tones -

are my lost thoughts.

Your floating verses -

are my returning dreams.

 

 

 

In this darkness -

effortlessly; I seem to rise.

Sleeping in your arms is easy -

while you carry me up this stairway.

Overcast

An eclipse now has

shadowed my love; in the dark -

dear, we are misled.

Calling …

Your juicy lips call,

too inviting to resist.

Intoxicating

 

In the rain …

Droplets falling on

your lovely skin; I wish to

suck your beauty dry.

Back of The Economics Class

 

Sleepy eyed, sleepy time

Time drags on, so do I.

Seems eternity – before hands tick by

sitting here – by most – denied.

 

As I hear words – fly me by

I try to keep attention along

But my crazy mind – seems a lil’ high

is too busy – humming a song.

 

Riches come and riches go

These words in my head burrow.

I wonder; how much is happiness worth?

The number on it’s tag swings back n’ forth.