moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
sea dances
sea dances
to the mermaid ‘s singing :
echoes on the horizon
when gravity becomes zero
No direction No home who's that knocking at my door? Feel like going home Great expectations From dusk till dawn The possibility of hope You owe me one.. Destiny turns on the radio It's Pat Eyes wide shut Past midnight Fear and desire A killer's kiss Inception insomnia double dare Somebody to love True romance curdled Planet Terror Sin city Natural born killers Inglorious bastards Bringing out the dead After hours Round midnight The children of men Silence The Goodfellas Not quite Hollywood Dedicated to my favourite movie directors
your midnight blue eyes
your midnight blue eyes steal the sleep from my eyes: the night becomes a poem as i find my way to the stars..
El Pecado
the night slumbers darkness overtakes light dousing the effulgence.. the cumbersome clouds tease the shy moon as she tries to take a peep from behind the fast moving grey curtain of flimsy ice.. dogs howl mournfully as if knowing of nightmares being dreamt on beds of comfort and fluffy pillows eyelids flicker uneasily It is not the sleep of the peaceful whose hearts are engraved with the stamp of sin.. A symbol that has no identity The deeds that spill forth Bloodying the streets Staining Lasting but not everlasting Like all good things have to end So do the bad...
white breath of lilac
white breath of lilac:
I walk into native rain
under a broken sky….
#haiku/senryu
starry
starry night brings delight how I love the stars' light shimmering , glittering, bright twinkling like sapphires scintillating and shining like lanterns glowing through the darkness igniting dreams that keep showing #trochee
Bedouin
a slight wind fans the mabkhara the tent stands lone in the vast emptiness of the desert, through the shifting sands time seems to stand still... little sand dunes....picture perfect in the deep brooding silence my ears strain to catch the nuzzing of camels.. little flocks of sheep and goat nuzzle at the grey green foliage, dotting the sands randomly.. crows gather at the carcass of a dead camel.. flies swarm around.. the sky is blue as ever in this hot arid land the nomadic lives in his oasis of life..
