PLAIN BROWN WRAPPERS

When they were children with nipples

Budding over the lonely muscle that would eventually betray them

In love and in death

They read magazines advertising creams
that would make them as beautiful as movie stars

Movie stars we admired

Their breasts full and brimming worlds full of oceans and rivers.

These things came in Plain Brown Wrappers

Boxes stamped with words "bursting test,"

And, even though they filled balloons with water

And threw them at one another at birthday parties

They weren’t sure whether it meant
the maximum load to be borne by the bags and boxes themselves or...

The milky bosoms with fine blue lines, like our grandmother’s Rocking china, that would make someone love them

They wondered how to mix powdered milk when they had no water.

They want to received such a box out in the desert where Oxfam tissues are used to make tea.

So that their bones would grow crooked, drifted and their chest booted.

They dont know there is a debt to be paid between standing tall and sagging low

It will be painfully full and will stand in the blood and milk-stained dust of other girls who couldn’t wait to grow

I really hope they can bear without
bursting before they walk home across enchanted hearts.

TRAVELLING WITHOUT MOVING

There’s a cold sky and gulls in the new ploughing

And ice on the stretched water glazing the fields.

The year’s nearly done and I’ve not once taken this train till now

Not sat at this window, back facing the future

Watching the landscape unravel into what’s gone.

Your death knocked the thrive out of me

Knocked the thrive out of the year as well

The sky is spreading itself out and breaking open

The way that sometimes a poem does, or music, or light. All my life I’ve been trying and trying.

This full-mooned daylight is thin and cold
as the smell of a lemon

And I’m tired of fretting the mind over mysteries

I am nearly ready to give up and not understand

There’s an ash by a wall in a field above our house.

I go there in the season to find you in the empty branches

In the way the tree stands to the sky

The dogs quarter, snouts dropped to the smell that has them by the nose

I’m not far off that myself - hard on the scent when the bird has gone.

This is the holiest week of the year,
this descent into dark, into the formless heart of the matter

Our souls enter our bodies, hungry for experience

They run us around like the mice that live in the skirting and skitter across the floorboards in the stillness

Their quick, sure darts scoring the emptiness behind my gazing the eyes

I am travelling, am moving in stillness.
I am sure travelling in a train to bliss nest.

MY MAMAS HOUSE

My mother’s house is full of birds and lodgers

Sitting on the stairs, sleeping underneath the beds

And shinning up the drainpipes at the back

She’s dowmnstairs, cooking on a disconnected stove

With a cast iron skillet full of earrings, small pearl buttons lost from shirts, and silver collar studs.

My mother’s wardrobe’s full of ball-gowns

Sandwiches and biscuit barrels full of instant coffee, there’s granulated sugar in her dancing shoes

And mashed corn with black stew in the kitchen

She’s counting out her trifle dishes, knitting needles, crochet hooks, the food comic book and sixpences.

My mother’s landing’s full of women, queuing for the lodger

The young one with the torch and cycle clips; she’s looking for an egg and sweet patato pie and a Thermos flask of tea to tide them over

while the lodgers on the stairs begin a song her father sang

With choruses, rude verses, all the twiddly bits and harmonies.

They’re singing Dan maraya to her, we love you so dearly ma

while she scoops her creamy pap into amber sundae glasses

Adds angelica and violets, tiny roses made of marzipan and coffee flavoured biscuits, shaped like fans.

I was eternally safe...
In my mama's house

MEN FAIL TO REMEMBER THE COLOR OF EYES

Why Some Men Cannot Remember The Colour Of Eyes

Men are really listening all the time.

Their wives see them staring at the trees,
rivers, small sections of the garden, even sheds.

This is because the stars reside there, the beginnings of days

The immense moments in the lives of insects

Leonardo assembling a kite in his mind.

Of course they work to conceal this, hiding behind agendas

Computers, sports and conclusive results

They can see beyond the colour of eyes

Mosaics of minds that surpasses words

And even memory itself. The miracle of life can be encountered in a card game.

On the lake’s surface, in the second bottle of olive, in the recollection of the tree house

In a garden that no longer exists. Thus bikes and cars are constantly
Speeding.

Thus that moment before the new
joke is told.

Thus terrible ties and bird’s eggs and staring through

The immediate stutter as if their dead fathers just called to them.

I wonder why men fail to remember the color of eyes.

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES

When I close my eyes , I see your beautiful face

It makes me so happy

When I close my eyes, I see your amazing smile

It warms my heart

When I close my eyes, I see your intoxicating eyes

It takes my breath away

When I close my eyes, I see your backward glance

It makes me smile

When I close my eyes, I can see you shimmy

It makes me laugh

When I close my eyes, I can see us together

It fills my heart with joy

When I close my eyes, I see my future

It is full of you

When I close my eyes, I see you walking down the aisle

It is my dream.

MEN FAIL TO REMEMBER THE COLOR OF EYES

Why Some Men Cannot Remember The Colour Of Eyes

Men are really listening all the time.

Their wives see them staring at the trees,
rivers, small sections of the garden, even sheds.

This is because the stars reside there, the beginnings of days

The immense moments in the lives of insects

Leonardo assembling a kite in his mind.

Of course they work to conceal this, hiding behind agendas

Computers, sports and conclusive results

They can see beyond the colour of eyes

Mosaics of minds that surpasses words

And even memory itself. The miracle of life can be encountered in a card game.

On the lake’s surface, in the second bottle of olive, in the recollection of the tree house

In a garden that no longer exists. Thus bikes and cars are constantly
Speeding.

Thus that moment before the new
joke is told.

Thus terrible ties and bird’s eggs and staring through

The immediate stutter as if their dead fathers just called to them.

I wonder why men fail to remember the color of eyes.

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES

When I close my eyes , I see your beautiful face

It makes me so happy

When I close my eyes, I see your amazing smile

It warms my heart

When I close my eyes, I see your intoxicating eyes

It takes my breath away

When I close my eyes, I see your backward glance

It makes me smile

When I close my eyes, I can see you shimmy

It makes me laugh

When I close my eyes, I can see us together

It fills my heart with joy

When I close my eyes, I see my future

It is full of you

When I close my eyes, I see you walking down the aisle

It is my dream.

FRUSTRATED POET

It just depends on how many eyes you have

Eyes Holes in a wall give you a glance into a skeptical dimension

You see through, but have to ponder on what it is that you're seeing

The dimensions of life are an infinite amount

It just depends on how many eyes you have

And how your line of vision is smiling

The night skies are your eyes

Your eyes hold the brightest lights of eve

With every blink you keep a secret of space

The first look you gave took all my time

And till my last breath, I will always be grateful to see the blissful dusk.

LIVE FOREVER

The drum begin to beat

Faster by each moment

Surrounded by this unbearable heat
I run in sight of my future triumph

Time plagues me
As i dash over logs, bushes and rocks

Each breath that leaves my body
I could feel my will lock

My heart is the only thing that keeps me going

My body is weak
But my passion is forever flowing

No matter the tear that my body must endure
My heart keeps beating

For victory is what it longs for...

Thirst, pain, heat or deprival of sleep
Won't hold me back as i race forward

Even time can't compete
With my glorious reward

As if my body and heart became one
My ailments retreat

Leaving me feeling as though i am flying
Time continues to try to make me a fool

But i grin as the sun fades
That time has forgotten one rule

Even with its feeble baricade
I will always defeat it every time

For even though its currents and forces are strong
My will and determination are stronger

Also as long as passion and desire rings through me like a never ending song

I will die and fade away never
For i will defeat death as well
For i will live forever.

4 LETTER WORD

I once talked to a man
Who said love was but a 4 letter word
“That’s all it is, you say?
That seems shallow and absurd.”

He laughed at my reply
And looked me in the eyes
“It’s just a 4 letter word you see,
A 4 letter word like ‘glee’.
It means nothing more
Than ‘seed’ or ‘door’
‘Cause it’s just a 4 letter word.”

I thought for a moment
At the words he said.
But what he meant
Made no sense in my head.

“But love is a feeling that stays
Not just a word you say
It comes straight from your heart,
It’s not as simple as ‘line’ or ‘cart’
So why would you mention
What seems a deception
Of this 4 letter word?”

His eyes sparked a light
As he listened to me speak
I gazed, confused, at the man,
Not sure what to think.

“A dozen people I’ve met,
And they all have their minds set
That what I say is true,
But love means something to you.
Thank you for having some heart,
And not just agreeing from the start,
‘Cause love is more than a 4 letter word.”
 

T

TRUE LOVE

True love passes all the limits of understanding
True love expresses ever lasting loyalty
True love hurts but can also learn how to heal
True love weaves the highest dreams
True love accepts the good and bad in another
True love only wants what is best for each other
True love lends sympathy and forgiveness
True love washes away tears that have been not shed
True love erases the pains that have been kept hidden
True love turns an ignorant boy into a mature young man
True love softens the heart of an innocent girl to a nurturing young woman
True love never lies
True love never ignores
True love sees love when hair turns white and hands tremble
Most of all True love never breaks promises until the vows have been broken
 

LOST THOUGHT

I can no longer sleep, with the waves in my head.
I’m scared to know how long I’ve been a drift.
I see, but hold my breath that it wasn’t all fake.
Were you sent to drown me.
When I already crowned you as mine.
I only wanted what I never had.
Serpents shift, Lone wolf eyes set forward.
That’s where our circle began.
Did you ever see the real me.
Do I even know you, it all seems a distant memory.
The lifelong lesson, being played out on me.
I let you pull my strings, and watched as you put on the show.
Feeling it deep inside, when the hard eyes hit my soul.
The eyes of disappointment, and disapproval.
I needed your love so badly.
Knowing that I was your message in the bottle.
How many punches I take, too make my past wrongs, right.
I try to stay a float, and seem to sink deeper.
Curiosity is breeding cats & killing barking dogs.
I can’t remember when I last felt myself.
 

FREESTYLE

Alone in the dark I can see your face
It’s about the only place
The image remains
It’s a vast empty space
Where our love has maintained
As my mind slips away
I drift in my own depths and I stay

For in the light of the day

Reality forces you far away
So I pray in my faded dream I may lay
With my horrid demons you may say
Because I am sinfully in love with the way
Your heart starts simply pounding away
I wish it would stay forever this way
But it’s a deceitful rest for I awake where I have laid
Alone in the dark with only the image of your face
 

DUST

You’ve left now, you see,
Left reality,
Now you exist in between

You’re outside the in
Where dreams must begin
Where nothing can truly be seen

Time is not real
Life is surreal
But really, here “real” can’t exist

There is no tomorrow
No joy and no sorrow
Please, try to feel, I insist

I hope that you find
What you left behind
(You should’ve enjoyed what you had)

Oh great, now you know,
There’s no where to go
(Your life really wasn’t that bad)

I know you believe
That now you must leave
You have to, you need to, you must,

But though you endeavor
You’ll be here forever
Where everything’s nothing, you’re just a dust.

WINGS OF LOVE

Kiss me again in the shimmering rains,
The wind is singing her love songs again.
Come back to me like a joyful dove,
And kiss my lips with tenderness and love.

Your love is like the sea playing on many shores,
Your heart sailed away into my heart’s door.
Sea birds are playing on the gorgeous beach,
Your fictive love is hard to reach.

I am the wind singing in your heart,
Tie me like a chain never to part.
My love for you is an unending ocean,
You are a choir singing my poems of devotion.

Invade me once again to heal my pain,
Captivate me with your beauty in the rains.
A flower is born and a flower will die,
Let your love not fly like birds in the skies.

Fly away like an eagle but come back to me,
Kiss me again like the waves in the mesmerizing sea.
 

UP THE JUNCTION!

you’re mysterious
perplexing, mesmerizing
and close to the bone

you’re captivating
enchanting, riveting
and near the knuckle

tell me why you left?
left and went up the junction?
I should have told you

that I am spellbound
fascinated and
forever enslaved.

THE LOOKING EYES

She tosses and turns all night every night
With eyes wide open, and thoughts adrift
She is grateful for the darkness that surrounds
For she’s too proud to let anyone know

Every night her mind travels back
To the dream she had once lived in
She yearns to find herself again
Staring at the dwindling tracks behind her

She wanders presently into today
How usual everything appeared
She was alive without the dream
Smiling and waving at everyone she met

She hears a sigh in a corner
And quickly closes her eyes in pretense
To all who see, she may well be dead
Except, a tear runs across her face

She greets every morning Sun
Her eyes filled with cheer and her heart with hope
Nothing remains of the agony of the night
But, the stains on her soft pillow
 

MY ROSE

On a lonely island, the water
clear and all around me,
there is a stone in front in the water;
upon which a Red rose lies.
It is so close to pick up, but
where I stand it is slowly,
floating away; uncertainty
hangs over my heart,
like a King’s cloak, but
this deep sadness like the ocean
in front of me, comforting
yet piercing

I am chained by my helplessness.
Desire-my desire; it is checked and subdued
into a dark vortex
with rushing waters behind me.
Souls entwined, the stars’ path
have crossed , What force blocks my path?

But the Truth.

Walking through the King’s Hallway
The Beloved enticing hope
A wall of silence is conjured, but not wanted;
Words are open, but the sound is dampened.

Cherubs and Seraph
And Angel, on the conscious path
Dreams are longed because reality is shaded.

Birds with blue and black soft feathers
soar through dancing rain,
these aqueous entities dance
to a slow waltz, but never
touch, since uncertainties
build, but the sun opens,
the stars shine like candles

Happiness and Hope hold hands
Filling my Dreams.
My Rose; I am here, I will have Time
In my hands, and wait in Melancholy and uncertainty.
My Rose, My Hope eternally.
 

ETERNAL GRACE

Today you’re here, tomorrow you’re gone;
Time keeps passing by.
From the first day forward in this world
You live until you die.

Lovers come and lovers go,
Time permits a kiss.
Only a moments time to spare
In such enchanted bliss.

You’re running here, you’re running there,
The rush will never stop.
The hand is turning ’round and ’round
On the face of every clock.

Much too soon the things you’ve planned
Will stare you in the face.
Will you ever reach the finish line?
Will you soon complete the race?

There’s not a chance for you must live
As long as God intended.
Time’s passing fast and we must run
Until this life has ended.

And then, what lies beyond the grave?
Another’s life desired?
Eternity will never end
In heaven or in fire!

Eternity can’t be explained
But try to do your best
To serve our God and do what’s right
To receive Eternal Rest.
 

CONFIDENCE

How many days has it been?
A small crack appears in the stone
As the men besiege the castle,
Swords glinting in the light.

The gates burst open and
An arrow whizzes overhead,
The king crumples by his throne,
And the cheers erupt.

The men and women grab clubs,
Demolishing the golden chair.

The façade crumbles,
The walls come crashing down,
And left in the dark corner,
Lies the tattered crown of the agonized king.
 

TRAPPED

Ever feel trapped
Like you’re in a hole and can’t get out
Like you’re buried alive
Like you’re a caged mouse
Like you’re stuck on a level
Like you’re helpless and can’t get up
You’re not alone
Ever feel trapped
Like your in a living hell
Like there’s no hope for you
Again, I say you’re not alone
But remember this.,

 Even in the darkest area

 A touch of light can bring hope

THE WAY OF LIFE

8

The cool and noisy sea-air blows.
The young get mad and
laugh and jump onto
the deafening waves.

The aged’s eyes,
sitting in the beach,
swallow the vast sea
that ends with the line
between itself and the sky.
They can not digest it.
It only wanders in their bellies.

My eyes are
fixed on the snails
clinging the sandy bed with
their muscular feet,
continuously pushed and pulled
by the waves.
Some still cling,
some float away;
and the unseen tears roll down
from my teary eyes.
 

ETERNAL LOVE!

Leave My heart open
And ready to fall again
Remembering those pain
Still to overcome..
A voice inside of me
Said be aware your repeating a mistake
I warned my heart
But it cheated me like always..

Voices were quite
I only see silhouette
Love is ephemeral or eternal?
I have become enslave of my own emotions
That incident trapped by soul
And tore my heart into pieces..
I am convincing my mind to forget it
Thought another shot of whisky will do it..
But Her eyes and smile more I missed
Hormones racing with every quarter I have finished…

Struggling and fighting I fall asleep
She appears in my dream and I believe
Am I a weaker man or
Is this event driving me insane?
Finally my heart whispers me the answer
That I have learned to love again…
 

A CHILDHOOD DREAM

Childhood dreams turned to dust

As I walk down these halls

I search to see a picture hanging on the walls of me.

I bunk in a room with friends I have

Grown to love

We all wish for a happy home.



A birthday party and sleep over too

A mother and father to hear you say I love you.

Wishing to have what others do

Playing a game of baseball or..

Two Arms to hold me when I have a nightmare

A kiss to my cheek to remind me my family is near.

A hopeless dream of a better life

Wishing for so much more

As I wake up to the same lonely sight

Another child cries in his sleep

He reminds me of my own terrifying dreams.

I buckle down on my knee once more

And pray for the same things

I did the night before

A happy home is all I want

And a family just to call my own

I may never get my childhood dreams

I may never walk down a hall to
see a picture of me

But I can dream of a family and pretend they are near

Sometimes this dries my down pouring tears.

NATURE'S WAYS

Amongst many green trees,
There lived a dried sulking tree;
Too fragile…
Now, having only woody branches and no leaves.
But, was the tallest of all that heaves.
No leaves, no shade…
Cynics thought, it would soon fade.

Whilst years and years it stayed,
None cared why it swayed…!

Of remorse or happiness, I don’t know,
But all the time, I see it bow…
The sparrow chirp on its top, the very top!
And I hear the tiny tots telling their tales to the ‘woody’
tree, with a hop and a hop.

Whilst years and years it stayed,
But none cared why it swayed…!

The tallest of all, sans leaves, sans shade,
The chirping wouldn’t let it die in facade.
They perched for a while looking at the setting sun,
And sang till their heartbeats spun.

Whilst years and years it stayed,
Still… none cared why it swayed…!

Now, I ponder why thee, still… happily sway…?!
Alas! I hear the answer…,
“The nature has its own WAY…”

P.S. –
The tree is old…like the Old Man,
Wise but weak…
To all those cryptic stanzas,
the answer lies in the previous line,
That you seek…
 

MILES AWAY

23

One day from miles away a voice came
It just frequently pronounced my name
And suddenly coming towards me was a hand,
Which proposed me to be it’s friend.

Friend,I rushed towards it listening to this word
And so soon two hearts started pleading the same urge
The world seemed completely different with confronted zeal
I know the good and bad times together we dealt.

The miles reduced into a joyful route
Each and every time someone was standing beside my boots.
Today when I look around to find that hand
Trespassing with my shadow nobody stands.

And then comes a vibe thrilling me with fear
At last I recognize the voice i could hear
It comes from miles away soothing me and my tears
It says, you gotta be happy for the world my dear

 What if...! you looked, and I am not here.

MENDED HEART

A time to reflect the beginning of an untamed soul
Look into a mirror
Tell me who's in control
Life draws endings closer for a heart worth much more
Falling apart seems the answer of a charitable curse

Breaking down again
A brand new sin
Questions seem to wonder
Only making things worse

Thinking back a long long time
To an unbroken heart
Listening and hoping
Loving and believing

But then things got so hard
And grew so far apart
Like a child lost without a way to fly
Like a vision of easy ways
Someone counting stormy days
While others sit around just to wonder why...

Such a broken insecure time of relentless changes
Bringing the best
Put us through some tests
So much time lost
And so many more empty places
Thinking back to a time of a heart unbroken

Boy turns to Man
Girl turns to woman
But we all live in a time before the past
Not our chosen flight

When things gone so astray
Speaking without words to say
Just another way to decline love questions
So much more than lost
Or as alone as ever known

Never tears to cry
Hurting just to fry
Forever and through it all
I watched
The light sitting all alone

In the past of the unbroken heart
Where dreams may come to live
Emptiness could fade
Tears would wash away

The unbroken heart seems so much more to give
Bringing down the color of a million faces lost
Breaking without reason
Could not hold on
Lost in heavens sequel ignoring all love

The unbroken heart is born so true
To rise...
While the mended heart lives on

THE WILD BIRD

 In the land of singing life  
 Away from the clutches of Men

 Hidden in the foliage of the old oak
 In the long nest on a big branch

 In the family of golden feathers

 Lives the wild bird.

 With every dawn, fluttered the wings

 And it flew higher and higher

 Perhaps to conquer the skies
 To squeak, to rule and to survive.

 Oh! The wild bird

  Fly as high as you can

  Eat as much as you can

  For in the great day of light

 You will shine your golden feathers

 With every dusk, calmed the wings

 As it floated down to its super nest

 Perhaps to surrender is a big question

 But to sing, to love and to live

 O! The wild bird

 Huddled you play with beaks
 In the great colors of love

Shines your little nest of gold. 

THE SHEPHERD

            

On the country roads I walked

Through days and nights to reach my destination

On that lovely day of spring

Goading her herd

 I came across a figure

 She knew her sheep by its name

 And they all knew her love

I joined her and we walked along

We talked and soon I knew her too

On warm shiny days

In cold starry nights

Side by side we paced

With ever rising emotions

I goaded her soft heart

And she smiled and she giggled

Ah! Those restrained laughs

Under different shades of divinity

Thus, we walked together

 Away from all roads

 Life itself was the destination

 Soon came a crossroad

 My destination appeared again

 I had to get onto the road again

The road to my destination

She continued goading her herd

I looked at her and smiled

With wet eyes came back a smile

Something had been stirred up

Something so hardly understood.

THE VULTURES

           

Dark night, few lights on the roads

Roars and squeals of monsters

Trampling the roads and rushing

Carrying the carriers of evil

Those Vultures in human flesh

From one crime to another

On the chest of sleeping city

Thus, hover the Vultures

On a deserted corner on crossroads

Leaning against the wall

The wall of high rise

Gazing with bewildered and charmed eyes

Near a curled up sleeping dog

There sits the boy

Yearning to ride those monsters

Dreaming to rule the city

Ready to be a carrier of evil

Fully charmed and lost

He just wait his turn

Soon he may ride one

Soon he may knock on the door

Maybe mine maybe yours

Or the Vulture who has lost its reign of evil

Who is spared when the sky is dark

This is not a game to be played

Under this black melancholic sky

Amid the cruel laughter of Vultures

Leaving behind our children on their mercy

Until the day that we breathe our last.

MY BROWN EYES

My brown eyes can’t see because of tears

A broken heart

From a world I can’t see.

My brown eyes looked down and scared out

Because my world is nearly gone

My brown eyes, once filled with dreams

Are now only seeing nightmares.

My brown eyes had once a feeling

Hopes and visions

A thousand reasons to feel appreciated

  

THAT MOMENT

                    
Where shall we meet again?

Shall we meet again?

Will we ever see again



Full of thoughts, which were of her

In the Cold day and Dark night

I was going back to the same place

The street was narrow and dark

Full of undulations of light, and of ground

I stumbled, I fumbled

But I just kept on going…

The thoughts were coming and going

Suddenly some fragrance filled me

A draft of breeze carried it to me

It reappeared before me

And disappeared with everything else

The street was filled with sparkles

With fragrance and shine

My moon has descended

Gone with the cold darkness

Gone with my thoughts

The world bid our endless worth

 I, lost in the fragrant shine

And drenched on body and soul

In a trice, in a trance, I cuddled it

And was filled with its warm softness

Thus, came that Moment

A promising moment it was.,

Full of devoid of everything else

Soon it passed and we parted

The world appeared again

Throwing at me its harshness

In the garden of my heart



Full of its fragrant softness

To remain there on a rose petal

Against the winds of time

That moment…

Will forever see a heart’s eye.

LOVE THOUGHTS

Do you want to be the girl?

That he’s so scared to loose

The one he can’t walk away from

Even if you bow to truce

Do you want to be the girl?

One whom he cannot fall asleep for

Without your voice being the last one

 He hears to be strong

Do you want to the girl?

The one he cannot live without

Who can be so stressed out?

And still smile around

Do you want to be the girl?

With whom he shares his jokes

Who stands in the rain for you

In light and in dark

Do you want to be the girl?

Whom he never fails to share his love

Amidst difficult times

In heat and in cold

Do you want to be the girl?

Whose days he wills to brighten

So many enchanted kisses

All numbered in pieces

Do you want to be girl?

That he showers up with roses

Of different special colors

In bunch and in doses

Do you want to be girl?

He shows up to his mummy

Presenting you as his treasure

His sugar and his bunny