Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Words Stay Longer

At my desk on a newsy tuesday
I look out for a glimpse of quiet
the rays of the sun give way
a surprise rain patters
dampens the window pane
raises my spirit

Still typing away
I want to step out
I imagine people, on the roads
some shielding themselves
some welcoming
the piercing cold drops

But I can only stare
at the window
It is now hazy
Droplets devour it in a lovers' embrace

I can feel them on me
I sit and dream
recreate memory
words hidden in the sound
of the slashing rain

Scenes travel fast
some stay
But the words stay longer
like the smell
of freshly quenched soil,
like the calm chaos
after the storm
like the brown leaves
broken, scattered about

words stay longer...
like the rain
one now with the soil
immersed deep
stay plunged
into the heart's matter

Friday, July 8, 2011


a land a space
where bizzare is routine
routine is offensive
you either have extraordinary powers
or are being chased by a monster

It is closet of red fears
and purple affection

A place of black seas
milky mountains
chocolate rivers
pancake roads
of moonlight glow and twilight calm
morning chaos and afternoon bliss
evening red sun, and the night white moon

A land of overflowing desires
and of memories changed

Distorted relationships