Hide And Seek

I do not know what to say,

As I wander here – searching for the way.

My mind is lost – in a desert of thoughts,

Like grains of sand; surround me, in this vast emptiness.

There is nothing here,

But this nothingness isn’t clear.

Answers are searching me -

As questions I am filled with.

Questions of mine – are incomplete.

Whose answers I have not sought -

They have only found me,

As I wandered through the vast nothingness.

Under the starlit open skies,

Eventually, I will find me.

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.

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.

 

 

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.

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.

Untitled

As i sit here,

in my reflection’s company

isolated from all the world

in the silence of privacy.

Motorists in the distance,

drowned out by trees in the wind

and the voice of my thoughts moves along,

reciting these words and humming a song.

Soon the door shall open

and noise shall flood my being;

like light – as i open my eyes

but of course; the latter is almost welcome.

Silence

A speechless silence there lies here,

a silence; though speechless,

I seek words to explain.

 

But this silence an emotion;

a feeling that transcends

language in itself; with which i sought to explain.

 

This silence is the cry,

the cry of the heart.

As you ain’t here beside it.

 

This silence is the pain,

the pain of a soul – that cringes

for the time that went wasted.

 

This silence is the anger

an anger of ego

an ego which still – breaks down before it.

 

This silence – I still seek to explain

but Lord – kill me if i could

ever find an answer to this silence.

For it is the answer to all my pains.

Manipulative Words

You are the one that is the inspiration,

you are the one that fills me with joy.

All these works I have created for you,

and all it’s words from the soul arise.

 

But now, a dirty scar

you have bestowed upon them

And their beauty to ugliness you have changed,

their value to dust you have turned.

 

Still this fool will sit and create

as occasionally – he is filled with pain.

And these works will be created for you,

and it’s words; from the soul, will a rise. Again.

 

As emotions – I cannot stop from existing

and that you are inspiration too; I can’t seem to control.

Forgive me for having created -

just another.

Plant & Page

Fingers caress metallic strings,

sounds so smooth – still – so silent.

 

Angelic voice stretched beyond my reach,

he sounds so good – i missed a beat.

 

In perfect harmony – there lies peace

lullaby, anthem, requiem -

still silence to me.

 

Love, liberation, dream and emotion

carry me higher; to fly -

without wings.

 

Not just a name – but is true identity.

Now I feel closer to heaven.