uncouth lover

Tree is a sky

To her dense eye

Her skirt is the wind

Home, the tropical upswing

The air has built a wall

Between her love and her fall

She tip-toes across the seven seas

In frozen time.

She’s an uncouth lover

Earth’s wild flower

Her is no ivory tower

She goes nowhere to run for cover

It’s not a big word world for her

I love you is all she can muster

Her eyes pour out the truth of her heart

Her lips, know another art

The Gods envy her

Life couldn’t take her innocence away

She opens her arms to hug the rain

In blindness, she forgets her pain

She’s an uncouth lover

Earth’s wild flower

Her is no ivory tower

She goes nowhere to run for cover

transitory not temporary

See through the bubble

Across the chair where the song sits

Listen to the rainforest smuggle nature

As God plays accomplice

In this act of divine violence

Is it mud you're sitting on

Or does the air not let you gravitate fully?

And as you levitate on the grass

As the reed holds your weight

The loss of blood rushes to your head

The sky is at your feet

Love is all around

It's peaceful as death

Customary as life

The beginning is nowehere to be seen

Guess, this is the end.

who am I

Who am I?

Am I the woman I know?

Or am I a shadow life doesn't follow?

Am I trapped in the monotonous breath?

Or am I free like the color white?

Who is it you talk to when you're talking to me?

Am I making sense or am I echoing air?

Does my mouth form words or does it deafen the silence?

How do you know me?

Did you look at me twice or did you turn your back to come back later?

Did you like my face?

Or did it camouflage with the moment?

Do you think of me?

Or am I an emotion you place on the side table before you sleep?

Do I ever make your now and then?

A content struggler

I got no money.
Yet it’s sunny.

I’m a traveller, I need no home.
I take shelter in the open, my journey is my poem.

I get my food when my lord is me-happy.
Other days he gets a little slappy.

Every unturned stone is my bed.
If not roses, I’m happy with thistle under my head.

That stream and I share the same deer.
The deer and I share the same fear.

But I make friends with the cooling air.
It takes me from here to there, without fare.

If tough days lie ahead, tougher have passed.
Finally after all these years, I have begun to last.

I’m a moment burglar.
A very content struggler.

Bound Homeward

Hurry or leave.
Waste away or grease.

Make out with the deceased.
If it is what you please.

Haven’t I told you already?
That you’re not ready?

Your will is to undo.
Your karma, to listen.

Listen to the radio.
It's blaring on the patio.

Where lush is green.
Life, a big screen.

Hold yourself and out.
Purse within, soul without.

Pursue the rabbit.
Because you’re the dog

Run off the mill.
The downslide starts at the hill.

Back by popular demand.
Now, he demands.

As the world watches.
Scalding torches.

Will you come to where you come from?
Because there’s nowhere else.

Hung High

The truth of my pain
Lies buried in the ocean of some uncertain hope

As it sleeps on the ocean bed
An unfamiliar happiness engulfs me.
It’s as comforting as unnatural

I see you far and beyond
You exist like a loss about to happen

I fear touching you
It might tell me there’s nothing to touch

I bite my lips to teach this pain a lesson
It hides its ugly face for a while
Only to strike back with a vengeance

Helpless, I let my pain
organize my thoughts
In minutes, I turn into a puppet

Held together by strings of despair
Moving aimlessly, lifelessly to tunes of regret

But someone will find me.
Soon.

The hope helps me put on a show,
For my friends who’ll never know
the difference, the change.

At the brink of acceptance

Her boundaries set her free.
Her will is, to be born again.

Her feet is the size of the earth.
Her bosom, full of the nectar of tomorrow.
Her lips move at the slightest touch of a word.
Her hair is a carnival of growth.
The silk of her skin melts in the eye of the beholder.
Her fury was severed in her sleep.
Her fingers refuse to crawl.
Her mind beholds fluidity of life.
Her body curves softly on the desert sand.

She shines like a star.