seasons.

make me feel the seasons you’ve lived.

the bleak weather came in today

and parked her car
outside the city limits.

hung her muggy smile
along the dapper greens.

placed her bets on the naked
men shocked with the scenes.

sunk deep within the
core of the sidewalks.

while she swept your warmth
out with her crisp talks.

the winter came in today

but so did you.

Sweater weather

the bluebonnets tells me
this is when i win
your smile can
make me fly.

sadly it’s nothing new
i’ve in past seen these views
it’s possible, you’ve just
got me high.

and your eyes
say more than our
names spelled together,
your breath’s warmer
than our bedroom sport we play
in sweater weather.

i love the way
you sing your song at night
your music and
your voice
are kisses from inside

I guess that’s what
I need, and
that’s what you
hide.

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What I find amusing about Texas weather is that it changes a lot. I mean multiple times a day. I vaguely remember one day in August I checked the weather before going out, and it was a promising 85 with sun shining nice and high. An hour later I get out of this meeting, and it’s fucking pouring down. I’m damn sure they put out flash flood warning for that shit. You could have just floated in your boat and sung those rain songs on your way back home in that much water which collected there in last hour and only God knows how. That was my first encounter with this mood of nature. Everyone around me acted like it was normal.

Me? Hell no.

I just stood there with my eyes wide open staring at the huge drops of water coming down from the gray sky thinking about what in the fuck am I going to do now without an umbrella.

Truth be told, it didn’t turn out to be a good day. I’m not a big fan of multiple showers a day. I barely get on with the required one. And that gray sky, it pisses me off. You can’t go out, and that alone restricts me to do stuff. Do stuff. Something. Anything. That’s what I do. All the time. And the rain basically told me, hey you, fuck off. And I’m just sitting there sipping my coffee listening to an intelligently picked mellow music playlist specially curated for rainy days in my room running out of ideas to DO stuff. I never liked being restricted.

I like my freedom. I like my options open most of the times. And I get it that you can’t always have whatever you wish for, but most of the times, I just need the freedom to think and act on. That’s pretty much what I desire from people around me. And from life overall. But rain devoid me of that freedom. Unless you give me a soccer ball and couple of humans. Then I’m the happiest kid in the world.

But this story here is far from being a happy story. It’s not going to be pretty, or colorful, or even have a happy ending after all the bullshit. There’s no doodling with crayons. Yeah, the movies lied to you. As of now, it doesn’t even have an ending. Because shit seems to keep going on and on. Forever and ever. And for as long as the shit keeps going on, there will be a writer bored out of his fucking mind writing about it.

Because somebody gotta entertain, ain’t that true? So be it. I’ll keep writing, and you keep reading.

Rain

Shall I compare you to a rainy day?
You are more thunderous and wet
with misery, giving turbulent winds a way,
Reminiscence of the time we met,
Sometimes too noisy for the eager ear,
And often making the landscape dreary,
Always gray and too much to bear,
Exploring and exploiting the confused and weary,
But your eternal excitement will never fade,
Nor the smile you put on my face will die,
For you’ll be the broken star to whom I prayed,
Leaving behind a trail of stardust in that rainy sky,
So long as your heart can see what’s essential & right,
So long lives this, and you, and your yellow light.

Dust in the Wind

you got
sound in your ears
that touch you
like thorns of the bush
the light from the window
is killing the dark that
you crave
is it gonna be good times
if you do
what you thought of last night?
or are you gonna
stay there
and dream
and be content becoming a slave?

the day’s not going
to wait
if you look
it’s already on time
the cool breeze merely
stays
before random breaths overshadows
its mind
when the little flight
in the sky
starts running away
scared
of that sight
will you be
dust in the wind?
or break out
and shine in bright?