The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, July 31, 2008


Her hair blew in the wind at the graveyard,
paying a visit to grandma resting eternally.

She skipped along the edge of her tombstone,
then kneeled silently praying, sleep peacefully.

Again, back she ran up the hill with adore,
picking yellow flowers of the serene field.

Breathlessly approached her grave once more,
laying down dandelion bouquet devotedly.

Her sweet face saddened as she turned to ask,
eyes filled with tears they rolled down a cheek.

Who sleeps in this grave mommy? I never met her,
my garrotting throat unable a single word to speak.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Mother's touch

I never would have believed
the depth of your love for me,
until having my own children
and embracing them tenderly.

Loving me, like I love them
if even only half as much,
trusting finally it is infinite
this feeling of your touch.

Nurturing tenderness and love
as my entire life I owe you,
fits my spirit like a glove
I am sorry I never told you.

In my eyes you are the best
You are simply amazing mom
I see so much of you in me,
still I have much to discover
on this journey of destiny.

Learning to fully appreciate you
crept up with gray hair and age,
our chatty visits are relished
spiced to perfection with sage.

I love you immensely very much,
trusting voice, your eyes and skin,
warm hugs, smile and mostly touch,
carrying your genes always within.

My genuine hope of fulfillment
I do trust it is never too late,
is to peek in the mirror one day
and foresee my trusting fate.

Achieving my dreams and goals
which do constantly better me,
hoping that in my finest hour
I see your face looking back at me.

Glow of your perfect reflection
etched into my thoughts eternally,
and a nod of your proud approval
that I managed to mature gracefully.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Souls in Soles

Our souls in matter trapped every day,
I study and differ yet follow and obey.
Forgetting the ride of the bright flight,
trapped in a vessel of human sight.
Doomed to reach for our daily shoes,
to continue habits of the rainbow blues.
Many have holes while no money for bread,
yet beaded and fancy in many colors of red.
In trees and on roads, they give a good hoof,
some are found dead and some on a roof.
A delightful scatter walking not flying,
living out daily, striving and dying.
We journey afoot our souls in soles,
wherever they lead us nobody knows.

Friday, July 25, 2008


As engulfing sorrow wrenches the heart
Begins shredding the soul virtually apart

Profound misery lurks amiss yet distant
Garroting an aching throat in an instant

Bodies quaking wildly of aches and chills
Learning to shake the withdrawals of pills

Whatever gloom discovers and brings
We each undergo our depth of swings

The madness of sadness in our memories
Ensures a deliverance of needless worries

Happiness waits around the corner for each
While sadness interferes wisdom to teach

Another new beginning approaches fast
Roller-coaster of life and the balance at last

Do not be fooled though as it will not stay
Adding spices to life and hurdles of sway

Our seasons of feelings each to their own
Teeter-totter of existence entirely thrown

For many they are lives of silent disasters
Remember we are all our vessels masters

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Summoned Bliss

One glimpse of your soul evoke me with clarity
Lifetimes shared together became crisp as my reality
Do not shed tears my love for I am not gone yet
Our destiny awaits us on another journey set

Shall I stay and be torn between two hearts who give
Wishing I could combine the halves to fully live
Regrets are not remotely what I would ever convey
Crave burns within me adoring you each day

My aching heart longs for you with every breath I take
Tender snowflake kisses merge as the love we make
There are no words to describe what I justly feel
Reunited at last is when my heart will heal

The sun will rise tomorrow as I look upon your face
Whispering passionate bliss, I summon and embrace
Though we are not together love we are never apart
Every enduring moment I carry you in my heart

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Why am I?

Murmurs of doubt searching for this why
Forever subjective so must be living a lie

Purpose of my life residing in this existence
Who is living inside me jolting in persistence?

Never do I settle for any second-best hand
Yet always sewing new seeds on frozen land?

How do I inhabit this being blindly averse?
While existence resides in all vastly diverse

At last peaceful warrior emerges within
Gasping for air and cannot breathe in

Famished like an animal a relative of a shark
Why be quiet if able to release words so stark?

Disbelieving to my visions questioning why
Surrendering to outcomes of live and die?

Razor sharp wire firmly entangles this heart
How come lifeline bracelet keeps falling apart?

Why is life so steadily focused on themes?
Enquiry of why peeks beyond mortal dreams

Who has needs for fire, earth, air and water?
Hoarding these skills we never fully scatter

Reality pure and candid as the whitest dove
Ideally fitting ones body as the perfect glove

Yet with a slam-dunk fact, a slap in the face
Never meaning to cause one ache or disgrace

Oblivious to who it fits continues seeking thy
Who resides in the former to fulfill the why?

Relishing and savouring in a journey of life
Why is my human vessel labelled as wife?

Questioning everything from stars and moon
Yet knowing somehow we will be there soon

This gallantly driven exit we purposely need
Is this why we are created to expire and bleed?

Why are we desperately so vacant and forget?
Living in fixed dimension of actions then regret
Who was this body that which was left behind?
Am I reborn with a duty and was I ever unkind?

And why am I covered with my neighbours skin?
While beneath is this being so identically akin

Ah, another headache I get while I write to ask
Though with a mission to convey another task

I ponder and wish upon these dazzling stars
To heal and alleviate my living human scars

Misunderstood and judged though I do not mind
Yet why pursue with a drive and even be kind?

The pain of this mortality does bite with a sting
As I am hushed and confined to a special wing

How can I be insane hearing all these voices?
Confirmed visions never do alter my choices

Hushed and drugged to hide but the reality
Purpose and meaning of this human identity

Who are we to coexist breathing cosmic dust?
While teased and tempted by flavours of lust

Walking then running still we are seeking why
Knowing for certain our hidden wings could fly

Though fly I am unable to do these requests
Divine commands dormant within me rest

Probing the undoubted echoes of cry
For why are they cloaked under a lie?
Hiding behind shrouds resembling why
These questions inside me dwell and die

Who the hell am I kidding, only on my part?
From end back to beginning all over I start

Why have a glimpse at this distrusted heaven?
Whose validation figures are aligned so even?

And what is the purpose of this ravaging hell?
How am I ever to spill and this humanity tell

Why do I ever begin these questions of start?
I am so drowsy tired and asleep I want to part

A life not remembered only legends remain
How skills and deeds flaw our soul with stain

Voices get louder as the lights get brighter
The question of why soars higher then high

With purpose we are back to deliver and solve
While countless alongside us continue to evolve

And although I am invisible to the human eye
My purpose exists within these beings that lie

While these questions remain upon my return
For who, how, when and at last still why am I?

Friday, July 18, 2008


A fool I have been for many years now yes,

to let my bleeding heart be yours to dress.

Garb made of thorns, broken glass and ivy,

laced to perfection with blame and envy.

Such wounded heart will take time to mend,

heartless or not I will no longer pretend.

A time will come when your eyes will see,

choose to thrive daily and to be pain free.

For the world I live in is not from reach,

it is a vision of love I proudly teach.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Echo

The echo of the love you speak of,
was never truly mine to hold.

Yet the whisper of your gentle venom,
refreshes daily and never gets old.

Never again will I settle,
for less then what my spirit is worth.

To be beaten by words of poison,
and stoop to the levels I'm told.

A genuine soul is unveiled,
when the healing has taken place.

For thy soul has been brutally battered,
by the world envisioned and conveyed.

Living in peace and thriving passions,
showing kindness as it unfolds.

For all mankind who choose to love me,
are my brothers and sisters tenfold.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Irony Dreaming

The rain pours down on the desert beach,
as we walk to an empty classroom to teach,
and aerie stillness fills the space with screech.

Hailstones for a minute then hot sun is out,
screaming then laughing the next a pout,
and jaded by the greed of nothing about.

See-through shadows echoing holes of emptiness,
wealthy yet hungry with but a sad happiness,
crying their colorful tears of madness.

Brides wearing dresses in the shades of black,
as all the birds stop singing not even a squawk,
demanding to fly although their wings they lack.

Smoky world of insects, humans and creatures,
and camouflaged beings with distinct features,
distant ancestors they are but our teachers.

Safari empire now in flight and below seas,
our swimming dolphins are flying like bees,
and odd commodities to pay as breathing fees.

Miniature elephants are the sizes of cats,
and colossal animals resembling ancient rats,
they are made of glass, our most precious mats.

Yellow rain falling and the air becomes red,
killing everything in sight and reviving the dead,
as I lay paralyzed in my icy stone bed.

My world of irony the reverse of mime,
dreaming for a moment of a dreadful time,
neglecting S.O.S. sign in the highest prime.

Friday, July 11, 2008


Round and round,
round it goes,
tightly wound
like a budding rose.
Sitting on a horse
riding for years,
on but a course of
no worries and fears.
Spinning steady,
yet not too fast,
knowing for certain,
this ride won't last.
Though thrilling,
fun and joyous trip,
I hang on tight
with a deadly grip.
At last it slows,
head stops spinning,
the gamble rewards
abundant winning.
I pause with a look
to focus and see,
life still for a moment
I embrace with glee.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Juggling Jester

Standing on a rolling ball
Balancing emotions of life
Nearly ready to fall
Yet holding on to the hat
Of silliness and act
Slipping with a sudden roll
This witty performer
Loosing the balancing pole
Laughter and pokes
Ear piercing mimicking
Tactless booming jokes
Of the crowd
They clutch the shroud
And tear off a robe of magic
How funny though tragic
Is the fall of this amusing one
Standing ovations for works
Bountiful laughter and joy
Performing repetitive quirks
A daily definite life
Fooling even the brightest
Oh what a strife
As magic rises to the test
Performance yet at its best
No need to wear any masks
Carrying out the tricky tasks
Going a minute per mile
Outlandish juggling jester
Always with a painted smile
In a clandestine world
Dressed up as wolf but a mule
Camouflaged soul of the fool

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Tree of life

Vision of you is clear even as I close my eyes
Your branches reach up high
While you stand alone
Welcoming always company
In any season you are alive and breathing
Yet tired of millennia of fruit bearing
Your bark is so strong and firm as your shoulders
My souls senses invigorate as I feel and taste you
Receive your fruits of wisdom
You are there teaching
And guiding me
Keeping me on the course of my paths destiny
Though mature I am, mistakes still making
Walking proudly though in you always believing
Your whispers reach inside and tickle my spirit
Do not fear life, child of mine
Embrace it fully and drink
Until you are satisfied
Flavour and savour your fruits of labour, relish
We shall meet again with a blink of an eye
As our graves merge into dust to become as one
You are always there for me my wise old soul
In my memories, body and spirit
Nourishing me always
My very own essence
Creating new life as your branches reach high
Even though they are thirsty and drying
Weakening over the years yet you are still giving
Take a break and drink my own blood I give you
I am also here to feed and nourish you
Never abandoning you
Restore your spirit
While I water your roots of wisdom, rejuvenate
I am forever in your veins and part of you
As you carry part of me in history, fruits and seeds
I will not fail you nor let them hack you down
Protect you with all my power and might
As you are my reason
For I am alive today
Who and what becomes of my children, unquestionably
You are a tree of life, how magnificent is your crown
Perpetually existing in the universal consciousness
We are so alike you and I