do not stand for me and wait
i won’t be there. it ain’t my trait.
i’ll be gone before you even know
along with gushing winds over the snow
i am the blinding light of your blues
i am the rain of a thousand hues
do not stand there and act shocked
you listened as well but never walked
when the stars drown you every night
i am the sailor of their guiding light
do not stand for me and try
i am not there. i did not die.
universe
jazz in her smile.
the universe broke open an
arrangement, a melody that sings
to the stars every night
and leaves us begging
lay our bodies down
and lift us up in our
nakedness.
but she,
left me bleeding
with progressive rhythm
and subtle taste of
her intergalactic lips
to die.
i heard the melody that night
for the very first time.
one last light
i reach out to the stars
for the light to live on for a while
my fragments travel afar
spreading out west in 49 miles
i close my eyes some certain nights
and gaze at constellations I’ve made
with cluster of souls that fit just right
with mine, free and calmly laid
i walk up to each of them
and feel them growing in fire
when they cool down I pick up those gems
and move them above and higher
they glance to see how far they are
and thank the Lord about
the shine, the scars, their dimensions out far
I see them sailing out, and out
and now I crawl in my lonely sky
missing the light I found
all but one sang goodbyes
a spacial rose still hangs around
in this dusky sky of mine
amidst the dark of lights, their vain
i still have one star that flickers
the light that care still remains.
Dancing with the devil
she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.
i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.
she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.
her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.
lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.
she was once in love,
she said.
she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.
Speck of dirt
who are we?
but a speck of dirt
in this universe.
believe me when
i tell you this.
breathing in the secrets
of galaxies and daydreams,
your eyes
resemble the constellations
lighting up the space.
but tonight,
you look a little
more beautiful than ever.
i don’t know
why.
aren’t we all
but a speck of dirt
in this universe?
Just a few moments
I wanted to
spend some time
with the universe,
the stars and
moonlight.
hear their stories
and animate those
words to
every soul I lay
my eyes upon.
but there was
this fear of
moving in that direction
for I may lose
what I have now
and not find anything
except loneliness.
I took
that forbidden path anyway
and realized, all
I wanted
is to drag the time
out for
a few moments.
Star dust
at the
end of the day
we are all just
star dust
reflecting star light
from our eyes
that slowly
escapes
from our cracks
and
shines through.
Flawed
she wasn’t
the most
perfect, well-arranged
star dust
that existed in this
universe.
she wasn’t
flawless
either.
in fact,
she was so flawed,
so perfectly flawed
so perfectly flawed for me.
the warmth of your whisper is still in my ear
tonight
the clouds are
neither white, nor black
it’s all gray
the lavender moon breathes
quietly.
cigarettes live in the streets of
your mouth
while you dream on
in gray clouds of your smoke.
you’re a beautiful skyscraper
untouched
by the wrecking balls
a butterfly
washed in busted
fire hydrants
a dream
wrapped in pastel
baby blankets
fireflies
plugging their tiny lamps
in and out
of your eyes.
blood pumps like
gasoline
our sweat becomes fire
i crush a star
and sprinkle it in your hair
the warmth of your whisper
is still in my ear.
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