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.

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An object taken,

Is soon forgotten.

A kind word said -

Is cherished with love.

People spend money -

Without a doubt;

But it makes  them cringe -

To simply let the truth out.

A good word is all -

One needs to hear.

To know they are loved,

by those they hold dear.

But in giving an object -

they least care about,

The truth in the action -

Is treated with flout.

To give it away and get -

The burden off their shoulders;

It is mere selfishness -

Guised in concern.

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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.

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.

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.

Repetitive strums

on your guitar strings – in ‘Dreams’

I am hypnotized.

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.

An eclipse now has

shadowed my love; in the dark -

dear, we are misled.

Your juicy lips call,

too inviting to resist.

Intoxicating