I wish to ride on a shooting star
and make all my dreams come true;
Give me a prayer that I can sing
A chorus for world to lose the blue.
I wish to make a prayer for peace
for all the people living;
that I can sing, give me a prayer
to bring back calmness, peace attaining.
I wish to call upon all forces,
To release all frustrations;
Give me a prayer that I can sing,
bringing peace to all generations.
I wish for mankind to live in peace
in sweet harmonious strains;
that I can sing, give me a prayer
serenading earth with rainbow stains.
It will be good to wake up dead…one morning
not to feel the body, the sense, the emotions ..anymore
waking up..maybe ..on a harley
or on a horse, galloping, no stirrups
riding bareback,..the highway..a place
neither heaven nor hell
A rolling highway between the two
a wingless flight into some destiny..
no more the body caged within the spirit
the attempt no more, to live the earthly urges
shunned by life’s abomination
scrotched by flame of searing scorn
this freedom of not thinking at all, I cherish
no longer the thought of survival
no clamor, yearning none..
into oblivion sink relationships
the passion that consumed
tender love that sought..to bloom
struggling with circumstances
attempting to bamboozle time
with sense of reminiscence
affections tingling fantasies
fancies that simmer, like a fire
waiting to conflagrate into a bright flame..
from the sanctity of sanity
to the stirrings of inner soul
a quintessence cherished
with a passion for verve..
the confines that bind
from being a slave to “time”
the luxury of loosening
the beginning of bliss~~~
A hydrophilic pen I own
I like to call it the fountain pen
It thrives on water
That flows from my eyes
As my eyes overflow
My pen begins to glow
Lubricating its nib with
The acqueous transparent fluid
That my eyes oft seem to produce
The nib of my inebrieted pen
Intoxicates itself from the
Reservoir of my eyes, refilling
Not needing an eyedropper
A full ink cartridge
Drunk on its own success
Resisting my censorship
An incorrigibly glib tongue
Infatuated with the sense
Of freedom to express itself
A quill that sometimes goes berseck
The need to contain a pen gone bold
my fingers tremble as they hold
This tool that is mightier than a sword.
It’s not like I am eves dropping or something
Just that I always happen to be at the scene
I could bring the house down, but that would be mean
Its just that I have ears but no eyes for tears
I don’t like the part of me that’s human, the ears
If I could talk my heart out, I would be blabbing
Squealing on people, letting myself go a-leaking
Scandalizing the world, spilling secrets, no doubt
Putting dirty linen in public, to dry out
They would find me on twitter, tweaking
Remember Wikileaks, where journalists went seeking
I could be putting my money where my wall is
That would not be looking good for people, so please
Its already bad when someone bangs his head on me
I get all cracked up and achy
This world could do without a lot of walls
Sans boundaries, barriers, I can hear cries for peace calls!
Where angels reside
And God presides.
Temporary dwelling of man
His residence in this life span.
But man driven.
For progress an impediment.
Goes as deep as the skin
Chasing it is a sin.
Being laid back in earth
In a box to fit one’s girth.
starry night brings delight
how I love stars’ fire
shimmering, glittering bright
twinkling like sapphire
scintillating and shining
like lanterns glowing
through the darkness igniting
dreams that keep showing
Sun’s tangerine caress melts blanched crystal
As dewy, ivory showers on landscape
Sparkling golden rays warming earth’s pixel
Refreshing steamy mist flows from skyscape
Aurum radiance from firmament escape.
I sit pipe dreaming with head in the clouds
Wool gathering betwixt frosted pearl wisps
Glimpse silver lining thunderhead endows.
My cloud nine bursts into a pot of gold
As my dreams take me to the rainbow’s fold.