The taken

I know nothing of watermelon skies
only the hummingbird wind knows
how to fly with an open mouth.
I have tried to explain
the sky's too big.
The wind will never learn.

But I cannot under any pretense
remain naive
I must learn. I have to.
The angst of recondite wisdom.
The stillness of indecision
within the taken.
A fluttering hollow street
running on piled up autumns
in search of footsteps.

And I plunge
into the old fragmented human heart
the night made stone of.

I foresake all sadness wider than the
mouth of your neck.
Only the one's that can be swallowed
and remain etched in immobile currents
colliding into choleric stones
under the dung of a dead sea gull.

First Posted - 6/28/2006 8:03 PM

An Ode to a Kiss

A kiss is the mouth of wilderness
the hidden passage to the secret of trees
the flight of a dew on the parted lips of an half open night
a kiss is a fire
that carries the pollen of my lashes to your navel, deep.
A kiss
is the uncertain nakedness of your heart
dancing in my tongue
A kiss is an ocean
that sails me to you
in small waves
a kiss my love
binds me to you.

A kiss
is the call of eternal mists
the foggy dew of your tongue
the wine of your mouth
the sea of our breaths
colliding
in the darkness of your eyes
that realizes that there is nothing beyond.

A kiss is the turmoil of norwesters
the freedom of rivers
the solitude of evening skies.

A kiss is the fragrance of earth
Opened petal by petal
A kiss is the warmth of incandescent sands
wrapped in the cloth of rain
A kiss is a drowsy song
from your mouth to mine
A kiss is the crescent moon of sleep
A call to never wake up again
except to taste your red ocean
and to say
deny me this life
but not a kiss.

so a kiss is
.......
my love, a kiss.

Washed fingers

Bougainvillea evenings seem far enough.
I must stop.
My back’s bleeding.
I have carried too many summers far too long.
Colorless. Dry-hot.

I used to be able to play them. Lute like.
But that was long ago.

I mount my summers on countless canvasses
My fingers play among sunflowers
I am ready.

Eyes first.
Sleeping. Desert Long. Blue dark. Sand quick.
Then
wilderness of your footprints
the fog of your tongue
red earth?

Then the half sung moon.
Private. Eventful.

Then spring came
Or was it winter?
I can’t recall.
Why do the lines smudge?
My fingers?

It’s done now.
Let me weave it with the cellophane sky.
The suns out.
Let it dry. The colors must not bleed now.
But then my summers bore fruit.
It rained.

A blue lotus

Some indispensable
dancing smokes ago,
with the rainsong's unborn child,
cloaked in the shards of broken
dust, I stopped waiting.

Some feet of tranquil
dreams deep
in the womb of alive waters,
The reflection of a
sleepish song lay buried.
I quit digging.

Some moment longer than pain
when your evening wanted
answers
I ran on dusks broken heels,
Out into the blueness of distance
into the stillness of the wind's
broken cathedral.

I hear the blue lotus whisper...
There must be..
There must be..
Life elsewhere.

4/21/2006 9:06 PM - First Posted

I also burn

I also burn
in numbed silence
quiet
night-cold
earth-red.

Sometimes
in a single blow
blotted out
with the noise
of laughter.
You.

I also burn
savage
with the world
with the waist of dark rivers
the warmth of wind's spark
in my eyes

Slow
with the fabric of
dishevelled nights
in fragmented shadows
of luminiscenct fireflies.

I also burn
with the blue petals of love
in the stench of escape
in the rhythm of tree barks

I also burn
my love
when
I hear you whisper a knife
through the verdant woman
of nameless springs

6/19/2006 8:42 PM - First Posted

Halt

No-one
Nothing may move in here
Neither night or day
Not even a shadow.
I want a twilight long life.

Ask the coconut wind to travel elsewhere
It’s too green here.
And I don’t want to think about you.

Ask the river of reflections to swim
Elsewhere
I have to teach my eyes to unlearn your gossamer breath.

Fingers of lament untouch me.
I am not hungry.
I am a poet and I don’t know what to do with sorrow.

Go away now
far
yes farther
Farther still
And never come back to me
Ever
Even when it rains.

6/19/2006 9:11 AM - First Posted

Birds

Birds
of soft pollen winds
sing as
soft murmurs
of spider-web afternoons,
bleed the sluggishness of the
melting sun.

Unwritten pages,
lineage of distant clouds
bear the tread
of buried storms.

Memoirs of the
frail structure of rain.
Lie with me.

Secret of thirsty stones
Sing in my ears
The hollow cold of water crystals

Swimming naked from
planetary nights
Ploughing through
the foliage of eloquent mists
the disappearing estuaries
sea by sea
through the slender waist of falling rivers.


6/15/2006 5:09 PM - First Posted

Parting II

Let cobbled stones bleed
quietly into pavements
as whimsical rain
shush the receding sounds
of absence.

And let the nomad sun float
in the dark pools of my eyes
far away from the verdant shores
of hope
as the oblivious hands of
copper sands
smother the musk of us.

In diffident volumes of
arid words,
latent desires
wilt
without water
without knowledge
into forgotten words
and unlearn
the playful fire of fervent emotion.

And crackles in the sepia
of an yellow river
that marked journeys
of tears
to the salty sea.

Amid fleeting thoughts
perhaps
this moment will live on
meandering through foggy alleys
of time
as my fingers rush through memories
to realize
when did we let it go?

6/2/2006 10:48 PM - First Posted

Stranger

Deny me then
at that hour
a name.
and I will disappear
with the fingertips
of an aging storm.

Deny me then
at that moment
your feet.
I will close the eyelids
of an autumn glade.
and swim away with the wounded
lightness of cotton's wish.

Take it from me then
at that opportune footprint
my right to sing a song
and I will fly away
the escaping hue of verdant springs.

But know this
at that hour

What you had
in the midst of waves
in the summer of niles;
a soul
sudden, inevitable
as the froth of salt.

Do not look for me then
Do not call my name.
Do not ask me how I am.

Leave me in a knee deep of torn dusk.
My abiding moon and this bleeding ground.
That is all I ask.

5/26/2006 8:14 AM - Fisr Posted

For whom the wind tolls

And in one fleeting moment
draped in my sleepish song,
washed in the waters of
indefinite silence,
I will lose you to the ocean green
of a rainforest
into the night
and a firefly's breath.
Somewhere
hidden between the shadow and light.

My fingers will stop seeking you
in the lifeless corners of absence
in the empty clothes of lament
in the vacuous eyes of a squeezed cloud,

to find my freedom in the firefly's luminous hunt.

3/30/2006 11:22 AM - First Posted

Strings

Six strings full of someone,
of cobweb filled rains,
distending into the ivied
moss on irrevocable acts
of existence.

Four strings full of time,
filled with battles, none won,
with the slow footsteps
of wrinkled men,
a continuity of the countless
anonymous agonies to Atlantis.

Two strings full of memory,
of obscure fires,
burning inside the cage of stones;
in the wisdom of aging rivers
in the palm of silhouettes.

A string full of remorse
you call it an "Ektara"
I call it my soul.

5/9/2006 7:19 PM

An ode to Sarengi

From the strings of time
to my wrinkled eyes
from the vastness of the sea
to the solitude of old trees
your frail voice
recalls me in every song.

Songs of the newly buried
and the unburied fragments
of days, hours
to the steepness of the past
when rolling the die
at most meant a scraped knee.

Every moment meant a new beginning
a journey on earth's hidden secrets
into the warmth of rain songs
basking in unopened fragrances
of the infinite sky.

I go wailing on doors
beseech them to part
ask the untold oceans
to open and unroll
emptying me.

In that hour, that moment
I recall you
to take me where I belong
through the humid rings of your notes
I will let my heart wander
and when I am ready to be lost
bury me in the lap of
the outstretched expanse
of the mountains
beneath the feet of
the agile whistling wind.

5/5/2006 7:12 AM - First Posted

Sometimes a fire

brews inside
insatiable, awkward
an "arifi" traveling
from one reticence to
another.

Private storms
bright. red.
and sometimes
obscure.

Sometimes it is only I that longs
the morbidity of storms
the silence of graveyards
the diffidence of seas.

And it is only sometimes that I am
sought in
the sorrow of ragged dusks
the salt of almond skins
the fishing boats
to sail the hum of a river.

Other times I wait
without a word, without time..
for a rain
and a waltzin Ginn
of thirsty stones.

5/8/2006 7:09 PM - First Posted

Hour glass

On stormy nights
of seven crystal bihags
full of sand stones
ivyed by pores,
thirsty, on the tenderhooks
of vibrance; this day
lost to the sea
into the endless series of events,
the irreducible law of the earth
the sublime acid
of half swallowed moons
and stiched eyelids
carried into fortunes
of forgotten depths.
Into the dawn of vacuous wisdomless fuzz
awaits fate
as it suffuses into the
dusty age of time's insolent
opulence,
marking nothing.

5/7/2006 2:16 PM - First Posted

Life

You
like a flame,
leap and swerve,
in fury,
fired by unrequited love
like the jiving hips of
a dancer.
I
like a moth,
of forsaken misery
,long lost,
seek solace
in your thirst.

4/15/2006 6:13 AM - Firat Posted

River

River of
lament,
wildflowers,
quiet aches,
dancing flames,
half-awake dawn
sand whispers
melt with fables
of
wants,
dreams,
fog,
unquenchable salt waters,
lightning,
broken shadows,
obscure sounds,
and fade in playful tides
of arriving tears.

The humming froth of absence
moors on a forlorn coast.
of leaning truths,
wounded waves
and bleeding wishes.

The fierce lament
of a firefly,
of shadows and light,
surging within,
sings.

3/30/2006 5:20 AM - First Posted

Who knows why

Waters,
of one thousand and one
pickled summers,
hushed among the fingers
of rain,
swim into one another
like warm immutable petals of
lament.

Fading out,
in the reposed shadow of dreams,
in autumns breeze,
breaking in pieces,
on verdant eyelashes of sand,
bleed an oblivious desert.

The distant
notes of a sarengi
resonates in silence
waiting
to break loose on
the ripples of winter's
lost warmth.

5/1/2006 9:59 AM - First Posted

As I have known

Moon is a fruit,
ripe nightfull,
of crystal lemons,
wasted in distance.

River is a night
agile and livid,
youth of a bee,
silence's impalpable roots.

Drop is a sea,
of tidal waves,
longing cesspoo
lof sorrow's naked joy.

Rain is a moment
wrapped in sky’s
mutant dews,
of infinite nothingness..

A void is...
the falling dusk
of a lament,
unfastened.

4/26/2006 1:53 PM - First Posted

Commotion

Hi, I need to return this.
Return what?
Well this life.
Sorry sir we have no return policy.
What do you mean? My neighbour's
got something better. It's happier.
I paid the same amount and got stuck with this shit.
It's the same sir. It can't be any different.
What do ya mean? Can't you see mine is lot a more blue? Are you blind?
It can't be sir.
ok.I want to speak to the manager.

What can I do for you?
I want to change this life.
We don't have an exchange policy sir.
The product is homogenised. You have the same as everyone else.
It can't be.
I want another.
Sorry sir.
What would have me do? Live with this.
I don't want it.

Bang!!!!!It's all crimson now isn't it?

4/14/2006 9:12 AM - Fisrt Posted

Silence

I have gathered silence
in eloquent drops
from forests,
mystic winds,
winter frosts,
diffident tongue
of passive seas.
and from the mossy green
petals of time.

The silence between
rebel winds and mystic skies,
the silence between wayward nights
and fleeting dawns,
between raindrops and a cloud.

The silence,
between one poem and another.
The silence between
of unborn words
of unsung songs.

The silence bordering our lives.
between quivering lips.
The silence of distance
of desires……
of secrets,
your eyelids.

The silence
of forged dreams
breaking loose on the waltzing breeze.
The silence of your nave
ligniting fire in my eyes.

Let the silence of my poem
paint you in the rhythm
of what you are to me.

4/8/2006 12:16 PM - First Posted

An ode to a child

I come from the wilderness
of life
roofed in a hazy sky
suffused in smoke.

I rise from the womb
of my mother
And she loses me
in herself,
in the pit of her stomach,
the dark alleys of life,
in its untold waters.

I,
a cathedral of bones,
flesh and skin
learn the language of
sweat, not mine
the language of hunger,
unknown,
the tongue of desire,
foreign and arid.

I,
a flower
bleed my fragrance
on dirty beds sodden
with lust
burn in blood streams of
strangers.

I,
a dark dream,
spent
to the crowded streets
lost to sight,
among casual gazes and
caustic tongues
hushed among the sounds
of my mothers nocturnal
lament.

4/18/2006 10:25 AM - First Posted

For whom the Bell Tolls

Death
born out of hated
wells in crimson red bodies
that have stopped beating
and life has flown
through the sockets
to where no one knows.
Heavy eyelids now guard the eyes
of children, men and women
from the shadow of light,
knowledge, hunger, fire
and love.

The bullets came with the wind
out of greed
of wandering races
from lands, hungry
for black waters,
weary of poor tribes,
of their tongue, skin, god...
and as pain learned to speak
they set off with their guns
and the legacy of men.

They arrived in ripples,
waves, growing on seas
on rain
on sand...
They came with the silence
of masks
of lies
of deceit
of guns
and the word death.

Apathy speaks

Swwwwwwwiiiiiiiiisssssssshhhhhhh!!!!
=What was that?
-A bullet travellin
-Where from?
-Ahh.. someone who's got a gun
-Where to?
-Someone dead..err well ought to be
-Why?
-ummmm lot's of reasons
-Black gold
-color of skin
-or god
-or somethin...-who cares?
-It ain't you or me
-so tell me how's life?

4/9/2006 3:33 PM - First Posted

Land of dreams

It was then..
basked in the silence
of drizzling rain
I chose to leave
far apart....

through the ruins of time
soot filled kernels,
through the thread of life,
weaving..

Past,
on pages of unwritten books
among unfamiliar smells
and unknown voices...

Among unknown rivers
soaked in
absent tides
I wait..
for another day with you.

4/8/2006 11:58 AM - First Posted

Riven

I have known that
everything changes
the sky,
earth,
wind,
and the color of rain...

I have known that
spring changes
and summer changes
by the breath of winter.

I will not know how to forget my name
when fallen leaves forebode snow.
I will not know what to return to
the earth
the green of forests
the loneliness of sands
the sky, as a fistful of cloud
or the quiet fire of lament
clothed in its crackle.

All I know is that I cannot escape
no matter where or I go.

So I carry my words to pawn to refusal,
and wait for the wind
to carry me off
like a handful of dust,
as I sing my song in silence.

3/19/2006 4:37 PM - First Posted

Handful of Dust

would never know
what happens after this
what should,
what will,
and what might.
I only know the
quiet aching wound
that binds and aches like
the forlorn shore.

I can never tell
a seabreeze from sand
except only your eyes,
mouth of an unknown ocean
and my parched body
longing for a wave.

I would never seek a
vacant dream,
an errant night,
a light,
touch
or
sound,
except a lament
burning as slowly
as life,
without knowing the futility
of its song.

3/16/2006 10:37 PM - First Posted

Wisdom

Out of words,
lost to silence
of insatiable fever,
my latent fire,
sodden with the thirst of ages
wounded,
grieves.

In halves,
of have-nots,
in the decadent smell of divisions.

The thread between you and me
strings oceans of sorrow and despair
colored in the lost footprints of time
in the unchanging, arcane
turbulence of a raging fire.

And cries
out a promise loud
in half
to us
of us
for us
in the wisdom of
a crying child.

3/14/2006 11:11 AM - First Posted

Journey

Streaks of yellow lines
glaring, proud lights
on black asphalt.
My vapid gaze glides
among the boundaries of
green darkness,
and a lonely star.
And there is so much
these eyes want to forget.

3/12/2006 5:52 AM - First Posted

Nameless

I do not know you
by touch
or smell
or sight.
Nor by the open sky in your eyes
or the language of rain.

No, I do not know you
by the song of clouds
or by the moist wind
hiding inside your eyelashes.

Neither do I know you
by the seabreeze
of your walk.
Or by the light that you
radiate,
nor by your laughter
or its absence.

I know you as obscure,
illusive
warmth
of a nameless spring
casting shadows
on winter.

3/6/2006 12:49 AM - First Posted

Treasure

From one poem to another
you travel
and
I immerse
in the thin film of dust.

From one song to another
you flee
and I
sing another
for you to nest.

From one sorrow to anotherI dwell.

If tomorrow I see
you in my poem
or in my song
as I undo them,
Let my love shrink
to a fading dew.

3/3/2006 10:00 AM - First Posted

Unsung

Death
does not abide by
or belong
to the solemn smoke
of guns.

It suffuses
in the pages of history,
sometimes awake,
sometimes asleep.

To the thick mist
of ages, it clings like oily dust
and howls with the wind.

The song of Vesuvius.
The song of us, unheard.

1/26/2006 6:27 PM - First Post

Untamed

I lie unfurled
like a dry twig
exposed, desolate
but willing. To
life. As to sorrow.
To Love. And the hoarse
cry of another heartbreak.

I dream of swimming acrosst
he bed of time,
skitter like a juveline
tadpole to collect
the salt of memories.

A wish spread wide
on your eyes, like
a thick layer of kohl.
Erase me.

1/20/2006 9:11 AM - First Posted

Listen

If I held your hand do you know
what it would say?
It would speak
of all things that it longed to touch.
Like the naked light of togetherness
cupping out the thirst of
parched bodies swiftly with
sun-bathed hands.

The warmth of a tight hug
that melts the liquid pulses
of quivering shadows.
The smell of fresh out-of-
the-cloud-rain scribbling down
epistles on windows with careless ease.

The light sea breeze that
hangs loosely from moist eyes.
Relentless longings that surge and fall
like waves as I await your return.

1/13/2006 12:09 PM - First Posted

Losing my religion

Tonight my truant love
seeks vapor
to swap heartaches
that I could not listen to.

Tonight my absent eyes
waited rebellion
as they sat across
your blue eyes.

Tonight the amazon
flowed in solitude without
a raindrop for company.

And tonight I am yours
all over again
without you needing me.

1/18/2006 5:53 AM - First Posted

All that I had to say

You've asked me, what is it that I hope?
I want to tell you that only the
bleeding cloud would know.
You've asked me, what is it that I hide?
Only that I have buried my silence
beneath the spring of my wayward
heart.
But perhaps not.
Maybe it is in that buried silence
I lie and what you see is really a shadow.
May be it is in calming defeat I have known:
that your skin tastes like an almond;
that your moist kiss spreads like wildfire.
Maybe it is in solitude,
I have found my tranquil voice.
But when I speak to you;
what you hear is not my voice,
perhaps it is only the cold
wind howling through the
smoky realms of my mind.

1/12/2006 5:35 AM - Fisrt Posted

An ode to loneliness

One winter far far away
in the blue hills,
wrapped in the timid measure
of an unkempt light
we waited, speechless.

Listening to the rustling leaves,
the whispering rain,
the mourning thunder,
and our quiet heartaches, intent.

Your ocean body carelessly
painted my sand skin
with your unbound froth.

Long since, I have stopped
rummaging the dreary sky for rain
for I still walk sopping wet.

12/28/2005 8:49 AM - first posted

If

I sail all my ifs to you
like a fleet of fishing boats
with small masts and their fishy smell.
They will harbor at dawn somewhere
not far from the tempting eyes;
closer than happiness
and farther than sorrow.
They will storm the thread of calm waters.
Tiny little boats. No cargo. Just them.
You'll see them when
you come out of your sleep.
And they will look at you with
their green mossy eyes, happily.
No I don't want them back
not today, not ever.
You can keep them.
I will stay here, without a thought
a hope or a wish, smiling,
and wait for you to return
just one ripple, if you could.

12/27/2005 3:05 PM - first posted