Whispers of a Fall'

Ruse of magic, Sick of watching stars fall,
I will dream, doomed be the frights of gods.
Ordeal of survival, struck in senses of distraught,
A life strays, a nest forever will be sought.
Trickles a drip, leaves a vein,
Viscous it’s fall…a drop lost to a gunshot.
Warm feels the wile of mutiny,
A plot to rue me of a devious past.
Another tale of a beautiful bloodbath,
A memory left of it scathed.
Unfazed, I stood amongst a ruin tall..
I still love the way you are..i am overheard in my fall.

'Cretin Jinx'

Timid patrons, smaller their stance
Guardians stroll, little a precious is worth.
A river to swim, I brace for a walk,
Some hoops & I will be gone..
Another fill…another plunge,
In my head I’m a savior..the world’s gone.

Aches around..music reeks of blood,
Salubrious-somewhere my roses burn.
Realm of whiteness..my deeds undone,
A lost joust-smile’s yet runs.
Silence of hurt-an unfailing regular,
Viva voce..a dead man’s grunt.

‘Spilled Beans’

Rainbow colored my drifted dream,
I sleep & scream-joyful indeed. .
In Technicolor paints,
I laugh & wiggle in time of evil freed.
The nausea is drifting off night’s steam,
I promised to wake to a riveting stream.
Trenched-the morning light,
No longer stays but parades outside.
Rayed awake…my hearted smile,
Real is it or am I watching my stupor take flight?

Frail my smile, too familiar my sights,
the epilogue wove off silent plights.
still to follow-the changing time’s,
the morning’s doomed, darkened I’m by it’s shine!!

lost impressions'

Running ahead of illusions,
Of a reflection in the mirror,
the dead are revisiting,
though in the least bit comforting,
I slip in my sheets lower &
The ghost still remains in it’s haunting.
Paranoia of darkness is riveting &. .
I thought I’ld love it against the dawn skimming.
Visions would clear, my sleep be sound ,
Walk across a mirror, a reflection to me scorned,
A vision of wrong, a question had me surround.
If I was still drafting, dreaming things around,
& foots were leaving the ground . .
Dark abyss is home, I march out !!

The Road

I walked a road, a little foretold
The light stayed young,
Watched I was by passerines,
Some gave hope, some lead along. .
Few I chose to let off go.
My feet unwired, on the wind it rode
The sky lit bright & the clouds white,
Grey just thundered & roared.
In photographs I see my journey’s walk
Cherished milestones, jejune bestrides,
To each a journey of their own.
I sleep tonight. .to walk another road
meet new crossroads, redo things I wasn't told.

Spry reminiscence.

Sheets of blue, the vision dreams another you
In a memory cast of illusions, I hardly know you.
Twinkle steps of laughter, basked in honey dew
I still sleep listening to hums of you. .
But for the gaze of an apparition that shadows,
A figure that’s outlined like you.
A sinner of a saint..my mirror image
The memory has me draped.
Alive but not to be rekindled by you,
A longing I once yearned for you.
The sands of flailing time,
Fingerprints dusts in my cliquey mind
Seeps a gust of a windy tale..
In my memories resides your resting space..

Withershins Eclipse

Abysmal cold, a long rove..
In distant push & shoves,
I have lost my life force.
Hold on. .i clasp my arms to me around,
The blithely shadow shirks me across.
A scarred memory is all I’m proud for.

The abyss is dark,& is the new moon’s lark .
Getaway of my grilled captive heart,
I stage it’s steal against my own fantast. .
& yet I find the dream to be dark,
Lurched by the rugged, swept under past.
Bit to void, I am alive at last. .

'Prince Frog'

Drugged, I am morbid in my sleep tonight
A blip like green blot & it’s crescendo fall,
My lullaby the earth’s cacophony
Flicker’s light across, pale hatred flows
In familiar sea of emotions,
I am washed vehemently ashore.
The sleep no more hates my pillows,
I dream a morning wail,
The voice now no longer chokes.

Perspires. .my sheets of sweat soak
I drift in a dream through a door,
Where no longer knocks
My feet on any trapdoors . .
Shackled but no longer bound
In my sights, their hate surrounds
A pity will see me across a spellbound
The witch’s prophecy will come around !

Inkstand Town

Years ago, grew old a town
Of all the hearty residents folks. .
this’s a story of one such bloke.
In a horrid storm he rode aback his horse,
Pounding hoofs were lost & d dust settled on his trod,
It rained heavy as cursed the gods,
The paved path was lost. .& time too.

He heard a whisper carry a name along,
The bearer of voice was not earthbound.
to an angel’s voice he directed his reigns,
the sights of love. .he thought he would see again
It seeped water. .so the tide was high
He was carried & off a cascade.

Of all the torments he faced that night,
None compared to the demons inside,
He waged a battlefront on both sides
If only the voice had called his name aloud
He rests in the bottom till night. .
Waiting for d winds to bear a familiar noun.

'Refill'

Revel in sights,
By a pair of holocaust eyes. .
In blurred tonight’s,
& dreams of it alike. .
Kindred traps loom-hover alight.

In my tryst to lead my steps away,
My metaphor lingered it’s stay.
Acknowledge change, if only I celebrated gay
People will pass by me & be strangers again. .
Me & my heart will remain the same,
Dream a sleep, smirk, curse, grin like hell
& dress like our leaded life, with no regrets!

in good faith'

Flooded gates, boundaries frail,
Let them for again vociferate.
A dream I will tonight vie,
It will take me off..my soliloquy
Like a Romeo doomed to die,
In curses I will have my life.

A thousand suns I lie awake for,
My window never once shut. .
But the cold is setting in now
The warmth of crossfire…no longer warms
But burns…charred my remains.

Watch from sidelines, I see myself in flames
wayward & all mine’s, emancipator the blaze.
The fire still lights like yesterday ..
& all I am is now a remembrance .