

LiveLife- like art draws him to deep pools with shades of past, where pines reach blue skies and his hands, rough from pen and sword, dive in with a splash of rain to birth truthLive


Nighttime GamesIn time with the moonswept waves flows a midnight rave's pulsing beat lemon-lime toenails scatter the sand, which glides lightly through the gale and sticks to splashing tanned feetNighttime Games
Flames chained to blackened log holsters leap free into the sea, enticing moths to crystallize,
close their eyes, changing into fireflies, materializing throughout the night, in light showers and darkening sparks
The breeze dances unsteady in the balmy air, blowing through flowing hair and towering palm trees the stars blink to the tune following the lead of the moon
Standing Tall

Steel your Lips...Steel your lips Against my words Hold your heart Away from my hands These things complicate A simple plan Wasn’t it supposed to be? Unfettered ButSteel your Lips...
It became Your heart, my lips My fears, your truth Moments Binding us Together Weaving me into
You lingering In my thoughts Fingers like string Attached to your heart Pulling us Closer Wrapping us Tighter


MemoryWhat is to lifeMemory
but a simple memory which no one accepts and no one remembers
An existance unknown a face unseen a shadow of a person a dark broken dream
No mirrors show my reflection no eyes will ever see me No hands can ever touch me So why should i try to show myself?
I never existed in this world Yet i continue to try for all my life, i have suffered And yet, no one hears my cries
I try to hard to be seen To be more then just a memory But with every attempts comes another failure And a dream dies o
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Insane helping the insane.
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Insane helping the insane.
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Insane helping the insane.
Benedictions
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
I am not much of a writer of poetry.
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Insane helping the insane.
In the meanwhile, take care and enjoy life!
Benedictions!
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
I hope all is well with you!!
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do your part. love your mother.
Still, things in general are okay.
Good to see you back!
Benedictions
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
How are things?
Benedictions!
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
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