WHITE DEATH
It’s your final day, lay in the snow,
it’s your final sight,
open your eyes, look down slow,
your life a series of high and low,
now it doesn’t matter,
Poetry
MAD
It tasted like honey,
sweet and sad,
how can how can this be happening,
me,
SELFISH SIN
Forgive me lord for I’m a damn fool,
Forgive me, Forgive me, For..give…..
Is it human to float in blood filled pools,
Is it human to kiss death through the eyes that sleep,
BITTER GLASS
The Kaleidoscope of our colors keep changing,
from blossoming flowers to pebbles of stone,
we used to watch the rain in every moment staining,
our muddy feet and the white winters of our flesh tones,
EYES FOR WAR
Tell me that’s the smell of earth after the rain,
Tell me those water drops are not in vain,
If this war doesn’t leave those eaten alive,
peacefully sleeping in blood beds of five.
LITTLE BLUE DRESS
In waiting, I made a flower arrangement for your arrival, In a blue summer dress I sat beside it and then I wait, I held the tea cups you adored and sipped poison from it in denial, because the letter you sent to me, my loved one, of your dreadful fate. In Sadness I mourn, …
MEMOIRS TO STAY
When time renders the soul to ashes,
and tears fade the brightest star afar,
while the darkest shade of grey matches,
all your memoirs of deepest fears to scar.
THE END OF TIME
Touches of violet and blue all over their bodies,
Bruises from their own worries, habit and sorrys,
Darkened by the lights, glitched mirrors and all,
for hell is now in the night of the great fall…
ART IN HELL
Can an experimental soul be forgiven ?
in highs and lows of those who see,
witness the colors and strokes floating,
from galleries in days and nights on empty.
WHITE ORCHIDS
When my favorite white orchids are sad and dry,
I will declare my love to him and kiss you goodbye,
Friends of the hour,
friendships given,