The good night

July 21, 2015 § 4 Comments

The nights are sweeter.
It is a time when,
my thoughts are clear.

The dark hour
is where I find
everything bright.

I go to far places.
Above mountains
and below seas.

Fly through the clouds
and stare at the sun.
I then turn to see, me
in my own skin.

I see through faces
Black and white.
And think of ways
To make things right.

In these waning hours,
While I count the stars,
Waiting for the rebirth,
Eons of thoughts pass.


A view from above

July 17, 2015 § 3 Comments


A carpet of amber lights,
spread in the dark night.

What was once a small settlement,
moving now like an army of ants.

Below is of choice
Of life, stuck in mundane.

But from above,
It’s a wonder.

Golden sea on one side
And crimson on the other.

Seamlessly they draw awe,
From that absolute k-os.

Cigarette’s smoke

July 17, 2015 § Leave a comment

Your life is nothing but
A cigarette’s smoke.

It doesn’t exist
until you create it.

It is that moment
when you suck
Fire, and become
It’s creator.

You give it life.
You let it free.

And it exists
only for that moment.

That single moment, a
Matter seconds.

And it vanishes,
In to thin air.

And you are nothing
But a cigarette’s smoke

Nasty little vampire

July 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

It came and sat on my arm.
I felt a little pinch,
I felt a little itch. 
And I wondered how a thing of that little size,
Could make me twitch .
First I felt its touch
Then its pierce.
Then I felt it enter my skin 
And I felt it suck my blood.
I did the only thing I could.
I raised my arm,
I hit it with a thud!
The joys of killing Mosquitos 
Knows no boundaries.

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