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Moonbeams dance


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...

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Chiaroscuro

Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night.
Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars...who walk 
me..firing the glow in my eyes...timeless...ageless
Fireflies glimmer
Across the turnstile..
Scent of incense
Like the soul of the night,a jeweled zephyr trails the quietude..
Argent misted, transcending dark..embellishing shadows dancing like
wraiths in the languid tawny gloom.
Moonlight thoughts
dazzle..
Clouds airbrush 
the moon.
The stridulation of crickets and hoo-hoo-hoooo of owls fill the 
nocturnal space like pantomimic gestures of vocalists.
My breath revels in scents of silver crested blossoms..
I feel the sketch of eternity in time's evanescence..
Chiaroscuro-
Mise-en-scene
Unfolds..
I listen....





#Haibun


Hot summer

Hot 
Summer
Dances in
Her golden robe
Bees brew nectar, butterflies pollinate
While meadows paint themselves bright and sunny
I sit under
The blue sky
Painting 
Life.


#tetacyt

Quietus

Eternity feels empty
Maybe man will leave
Nothing for infinity
Only graves
Marked...unmarked
Faceless-stoned
From a raped culture
And a law that that
Tortures the victim
Even as death acts like
a catalyst.
When earth takes back its own
Before its due time
When mud turns red
With grime and blood
And bullets and shrapnel and chlorine
Then..it is
War of the power, by the power, for the power
Where each flower drowns in the grease of oil
Green is the devil..



#Slam poetry

Iridium

I drown in the darkness
of night's quietude...
looking for the Hologorium
in the inky empyrean
stars awaken one by one
as Iridium flares sparkle
like rhinestones holding
vintage kisses ....draping
merlot misted nightfall.

in night's waltz 
sublime musings bloom
as candle drips on paper notes
in eclipse of light
poesies become eternal
when breaths say goodbye....

Just a dream

When a poet is broken
All the words have been spoken.
When pages have been shredded
And ink drained and wetted.
And when the heart stumbled
With words I fumbled.
When things don't feel right
Sadness one cannot fight.
Sometimes the tears don't fall
One needs a shoulder to bawl.
I dip my pen in the inkwell of my blood
Wait for the words to break free and flood.
Opening the floodgates of my heart
And see the sorrow flow and depart.
Then I realize it's all been a dream
Things are just not the way they seem.