On the hill

Another, someone from me
This season around
Silent and ashamed
For some love once begotten
In hills and trees lone forgotten
Into smokes those evenings shone
From brighter yet dreamy hues
Meticulous each among preserved frames
This to that and the rest
Comes closer and disappears again
Unmoved seem eternal swings
Promising infinite forms
And countless bodies
Slaughter after another
Bellies yet unquenched
For desire purest proclaimed
Aided by emotions as such
That all have a place to say
And heads to shoulder heap
In preparation always redress
Another day our commune ages.

Counting numbers again
The dust from stars
Of heart that echoes numb
Alive in dejection
Hopeful more stubborn
The tongues all shame
Upon the recluse honesty
Merciless waters spring
Conceal gems underneath
Phenomenal anxieties unleash

Fittest of eyes still seeking
Faulty visions indeed
All along a filthy stack
Besides each on its track
Rolling downhill still
Whitened in rage
Who do I blame?
Countless yearnings
Empty miseries
Skyward yielding fire
And resonating hope
Where among breezes I sit
None wish, neither desire
No forms, none apprentice
Yet life inked to activity
Movement in rawest creativity
This fire upon my hill
Would always sit still
Come when you’re done
Done waiting
Often cold it is…



Warm in the Woods

Image Credits> Joshua Newton

An honour it is, nothing less
To have on crossed paths
The drink in fire taste
Your lips how they’d remind
Of truth in pleasure sink
To melodies in colours sing
Stars among skies shine
Of endless joys and country spring
How I’d stumble on crystal sacred
Hours and hours of unbroken gaze
Perhaps times in due credit
Wished in terms never more
Where to ashes until this day
Sparks attended in my eye
That had all fuel unburnt let go
Blank sheets and pains in wait
Where a picture of browns emerged
In solemn shades perhaps unsaid
A little while longer
To have the moment relate
Where vibes develop in tribe
Fire beneath clouded sky
My mate’s fast asleep
Yet somewhere legends speak
Of this ballet in hoods
As it folds afresh
Holding waters within…



Creatures among great and lone
Forest swell in shades so long
As a fire hungry within
Desires to wash again
Eyes forever, in her perfume drenched
To speak questions between tales
For a ship in relational field
Sings somewhat to echo please
In my channels hail odyssey
Wishful upon a moon midnight
And fragrances from stars
Our lips mostly hiss
Wonder after wonder
How beautiful it seems
To be fascinated, yet able
In words of verse and dare
To your heart’s content
And to mine resonance trace
Each of which I breathe in
Repeat and repeat furthermore
As all of you for me chose
A few pictures here and there
Some careless, others full of hate
And the rest conspired in jealously
Spin often quite loud as ever
Churns from centre to spread
In silent nights where I scream
Possibly woken from a dream
Where will you put this shadow?
Under the pillow or tooth fairy?
For yearning reaching skies again
To find us among stars
Dust in our eyes gleam
Perhaps some winter fire
Drums to chanting voices
I hear outside the window
Among them seated, I find
Ponder to wonder all exhausted
Just a guilt sodden head in play
For I am you and you are me
Where do we find a place to be?
Come find me a sacred dream
Where we dance again
Seeded in golden silk
To breeze this heart beats.



From sudden a frail echo
Of the voice in scent once known
Forlorn in heavens speaker roar
As they sat silent in stools made
Finest hairs and glasses fair
Towards sanitised a cultural remain
Of once this scent in woods known
Songs of mist and desire
Lost eternal in speeches
Fire below as curtains stare
For outside our forest blaze
In chapters now tread
One after the other my call
To witness another ear
As the heart might skip a beat
To your eyeless twitch breeze
Then foremost beauty I hold
To speak in devil’s name
My body to its share
Divided in tongues
That often in wines drench
Dancing to the air in a cave
And truth be told before fire
That my chalice forever empty
Full of nothing, always overflow
Down the mountains, waterfalls as such
Lagoons soaked in handkerchiefs
Resonates peace all over again
Then finest a glory shaped today
Folding arms to arms again
None but spirits resume
The fire born now
In a richer perfume…



To name a few…

Eight paragraphs beyond
Upon a moonlit night
Dawns fresh light of trust
To make believe eyes as just
Then rose warmth somewhere
To air lit as fire remain
Always receding escaping breaths
Then thought must’ve been room better
For spaces divided, charter first
But fortune! O sodden!
The air to bring me life
Unasked, yet granted
Flourishes and blooms
From forests to oceans
All brilliant and diverse.
Happiest then we still hold
Possible worlds we negate
Through the window every time
A room of thought
And the air of life
Holding hands in narrow lanes
Where spirits condense
Circle around in blue and pale
Stars silver shine among
Hair and hair of endless decay
Gentle greens behind shy
As heavens perfume cry
For the air had to leave
Cast somehow
Light on departed coal…




Out the channels, blindly escaping
Have legions fresh to holy seek
Royal wounds piercing apart
That couldn’t once start,
A sky so endless in height
Punctured afar of might.
Once a man, twice forming
Chapels and sages to see
Mornings bloom, feeble chant
To holidays in a promising land.

Hours and hours of unheeded stray,
Wild berries to twigs always lay
Whence had the sun enough shaped
Prince and their craze ablaze
Moon a mine, separate perfume
Fruit of reds and seasons groom
To sprits then was a call,
That they had before truth enabled.
“How many men would it take to poet?”
Screeching words forever around
Stars and sunrays, all bothered
For once a man couldn’t believe
That life’s ceaseless poetry
All too certain than night
Of ocean’s depth, words to each
Then a firewood of seventy seas
Burn too bright, some die
Mine sit by for the sake of it.

A conformation disguised in flattery
Green arms of filthy admiration
One to hundredth to thousand,
All but gory as hell,
For others bound in a system chaos
Have pronounced enough
Flash! Flash! Flash!

In divine conspiracy then heavens speak:
Works of art, never strike
Smoke and ice, rich in fumes
Eyes that persistent tune
Rivers to purge
Rains to swell
Life until death
Clocks pilgrimage to dwell
And then you know the song
That had you in melody encased
Dance, the poet in mask a stretch
Soaked in clouds, off clear the edge.





Keep coming, keep forming,
The insectious words,
Playing furiously in my head,
All night long,
Conjuring parallel intoxications,
Deep and wondrous,
Sublime nurtured memories,
Experiences of immense glory,
Humbly banking on eyelands,
Struggles warm within,
An infectious rage,
Howling lowly now,
A spark perhaps,
A better misery,
I long to embrace thee…

A girl, at a window yonder,
Lost a soul in tonight’s ponder,
She receives a message,
Her cellphone,
What could it be?
I look at her,
She looks back at me,
Turns away though…

Then a weather shaping,
Hazing to eternity,
Orange blinking lights,
A car strolls left,
Alright, time’s here now,
As it sings, lost in desire,
Perhaps a bittersweet melancholy!

Have you tasted any lately?
None, pockets resound empty…

Come here, I see you now
Divine pangs of mercy,
Shouts of blasphemy,
And some cries of luxury,
Lightning boxes blue,
Windows countless,
Sat glued all day,
And vicious galls molding delight,
Matter? What was it?
I seem to forget,
A child happy, as could be,
Inquisitive? Besides the end is near…

Skins shed already,
Miles walked handsomely,
Strong and heavy,
Falling yet steady!

Fire! Fire!
O God of immense fury!
Where are you now?
Wont u light?
See enlighten,
Children of fathomable duty,
Where’s the wine?
The red one,
A chalice stands empty,
Yearning mauve…

Gradual snuffs,
A matchstick had it been,
Fire had it seen,
Smokes blending familiar,
Existence creeping through,
Blanketed mists engaging,
Lays to rest,
Drenched in your highness,
Swung out in shame,
Sill its bed…

Diffused mellow thumps,
Shallow waters and faith,
Clear and inviting,
Besides disguised depth,
Painted carelessly within,
And some of us,
Dare enough to jump…