Silence! — this voice of poetry, voice of wild turbulent passion, mother of self-ordained suffering that gives birth to tortured beauty. Silence, and calm these irrational waters, free my vision from the fog of your heavy pants!

These atoms tumble and flow gushing forth to sate your pallet— and what there be left to fill the void but broken illusions and discordant dreams. You smile with relish, languishing in the aftertaste of turmoil and sugared grapes. 

I shift myself to my secluded place, with you still clinging in tendrils to my toe tips, tug. Free my heart from you and your poison, I gaze- and he is the only only one, who gently tugs on the fibers of my core, pulling me back down, down, down, and up, and in, within. He is the one, and you still lurk in between shadows, disguised by form. 

1/25/2012

Without knowing it, I had gradually slipped into the world of tax-paying, bill-paying, rent-paying, working-finding, grocery-shopping, booze-drinking adultness. A world which before surrounded but left me unruffled, a world of the mundane that reeked of leather chairs and pungent celery stalks at the supermarket. So is this, the state of mind and being I am in now, the mentality that resides and had always resided in an adult mind? The adult of who I am, but do not seem to define myself to be. Has the flurry of intensity and vibrancy, rage and elation, depression and exultation, finally settled down, and left behind the gray ashes of necessity, logic, the simple state of living? Has the remorseless rush of life washed away the passion and sensitivity of childhood?

Stay a little while longer
Just a little longer
Lying here peacefully
Heart to mind, your breath so sweet

Lay your head here and tell me
What hides in each and every crevice of your thoughts
Tell me your dreams and your agonies
Your fears and anxieties
Drench me in words and thoughts and reveries

Or perhaps sing me a song, a bit off tune
Or tell me a story
With a smile touching your lips
Tell me
a nightmare, or
a fantastical fantasy

Tell me how you’ve been

Tell me what you’ve seen

Does this sunshine warm you too

And bathe the air in luminous sheen?

Tell me what thoughts slip through your mind

As you trod out your day, footsteps ticking time

In this blur of color and uncanny rhyme

What finds its way to you and,

What makes you mine?