Dry Leaves

The
old tree has
dry leaves.

I
hear the hush
of the wind.

Each
falling motion
is audible.

Summer
is the enemy
of rain.

We
have sunburned skins
and scorched journeys.

 

2017

Black Pit

All
things change
when you start

to
fear, when courage
is taken away

by
your enemy who
is yourself.

Your
bright world
becomes dark.

Then
you become the
prisoner of your weaknesses.

 

2017

These Particular Demeanors

There
is a taste in
the air as grand
as a king’s meal.

We
multiply our desires
and the longing of
our mortality to the
beautiful mundane awakens.

To
swim in the ocean of
liberty is to feel the
limitlessly combs and
brushes of gold.

These
particular demeanors
pushed us to the edge
and we crammed in the
room of gratification.

 

2017

Mood In A Zone

Wild sighs bordering the ears.
Careful footsteps shattering.
Doors and windows banging.
Shadows enter and exit.

The shape of each figure.
Apparition is better than disappearance.
Failure to notice is a bad sign.
More intervention, more involvement,

I calm myself in this preoccupation.
Echoes of pleasure seduce my timid skin.
The gravity of force is magnetizing.
Love takes me in all kinds of a limbo.

 

2017

The Phantom

Something
is here that I
cannot decipher.

You
brought me what
I cannot accept.

My
heartbeats are
louder drums.

Nights
give me dreams of
the impossible.

You
continue to
haunt me.

 

2017

Cell No. 7

Later.
I stopped in my
motion to regret.

The
worries are too
populated.

I
am soaked like
a cotton cloth.

Pardoned.
I requested your
apologies and granted.

 

2017

Moonlight

It
flows from the
beginning until
the end.

It
slides from
the secret portions
of yourself.

Eyes
can see the accident
of the night.

We
get the assets of
the complicated world.

 

2017