Walking down the alley,
Glimpsing of the passerby; the
Stranger that looks like
Me.
...
When our lips melt
Through the conversation
Our night,
When our sails are
Followed by the shining stars
...
Keys of black and white,
Through which the soul cheers,
Melodic tunes permits no wrong
Traveling through the Either,
Awaking the sleeper,
...
(Parisian Massacre)
Death loomed, destruction mounted,
God was replaced with human cruelty,
...
I search for Utopia in
In a dystopian world,
I descend valleys,
And ascend mountains,
...
Connecting the past child to
The mother of the present,
From the passing of the
Imagination of the
...
A wound that almost became a memory -
Is healed,
A vacuum of connection that haunted the hearts -
Is filled,
...
Our merrymaking now ended;
She was an angel,
A piece of heaven
Melted into thin air,
...
He is inspired by nature and her soul and by a world whose purpose of existence is to be most loving. He has poems appeared in Soul Fountain, Lives of Artists, Sage Trail, Ezratranslation, Counter Punch and others. He can be reached at cidar4@yahoo.com. He lives in Santa Barbara, California, USA)
Colonoscopy
Follows its ancient path,
As the serpent crawls in
Human plumpness,
*
Flowing into quietude,
With a sharp focused eye,
*
Calmly observing –
Peacefully searching,
As it fulfills its destiny.
O' life I had borrowed you from light, And to light I shall deliver you.
There never exists a tree Whose branches kill one another.