Sense and Sight

Steps laid out short, placed at precise angles,

stretch careful measured footsteps to the dock -

rare dusks do claim occasions he stumbled,

well practiced his art of nocturnal walk.

Come rain or sunshine, grass with steps debase

at same inclines on clock hands everyday.

My quaintest friend with acuity effaced

transmutes my doubts in mystifying ways.

Black glasses shifting gray history aside,

expert hands grope and learn unknown landscape -

a cane employed to function as a guide

gains impression that objects have a shape,

that shapes exist and own its dimension,

that fragile buds meet spring and burgeon.

On Matchsticks

Born of hasty fire that quenched on as it reaped,

as of the thorny stalk is born the rose,

then when I rise forgetful from my sleep,

all consolation fades out indisposed.

Shroud expendable anatomy new;

shy from radiant light, toward dark bliss.

Set flames which eventually lick my hue -

ashes adorned in glorifying embrace!

Now lying prostate, useless, yet I know -

incapable of essence anymore,

let interval ease eternal ego

till someone harvests scrap and let encore,

like love that's passed down onto old kinsmen -

rekindle. Set a match to me again!

Of Atoms and Man

When I wake up tomorrow from my sleep

after these atoms have dispersed others

and fragments of the mind that is today

have blended with this seasoned universe,

my thoughts forming the train of consciousness

would break up into irreparable links;

but chance does follow probability

and all these atoms might one day form me.

If these atoms had chanc'd to coalesce,

would it restore the broken links of thought?

Would I remember all I used to love,

and reminisce the man I used to be;

or would I still be of the same Matter,

yet exist as a different Entity?

To Civilizations

A golden grave, arrays of weathered stone -

a wearied traveler, I paused to trace

across silica dunes. I tramp alone!

Passed lonesome ruins of a desert race -

struck by wonder how potent a franchise

was carved to dust and centuries since gone.

Had Oracle bridg'd tide on this premise

could train of causality be undone?

I hail from cities in the present year

where millions have formed society -

through fortuity, rationale unclear,

we march ahead to meet our Destiny;

as grand today as stone in dust that once

bore pillars of its ancient valiance.

On Dreams and Reality

Living life on an old sea turtle's back,

I hoist my flags of black in paradise,

raise sails to catch the sultry winds that hack

and burn my eyes in salty spray that flies.

Do make use of my trusty oars to row

when west winds serve me small infrequent gusts.

Drift off course; see sequential pictures flow,

show images in pseudo-random bursts.

Fear of the abyss looms in large on me,

fear unknown things and unseen dreams alike.

Thus Destiny bring forth affinity

to confuse and let realization strike,

to wonder if dreams do exist at all -

was I dreaming, set sail on turtle hull?

Immigrate

Beyond the hill in places that find truth

in newspaper and paper toys to play,

beyond the glass where time would pass you fruit,

I'll take care of your destiny all day.

Leave you miracles to wander the depth

of ignorance I find me blessed unto,

sailing everyday on your morbid faith -

this farce of life includes in all I do.

So much you've wrote in blood to dark holes, now

in fear and pain, through peace and war, my fever!

This fear and pain that taints your feverish brow,

your concrete face, your valiant endeavor.

Jump and crawl slow through oblivious fence,

beyond the hill is your deliverance.

To Fade Away

Patience runs thin and there’s mercy that springs

from green veins lining your shriveled visage;

mercy that’s like the spirit of the greens

come pouring onto weak and trembling age.

The walk of old, now fumbling on a stick,

darkness imprisoning eyes that chance to see,

ears fall asleep when I have words to speak;

to be is to be, will eventually.

Stew around now, dry off your eyes and cry,

smile through the pain, together share the pain;

I am your fear, and close enough to die,

I was your pride, will be with you again.

Stare through the glass; I’m right there at your door.

fingers waggle, you hit hard on the floor.

Silence

Thousands walk the city in black and through

whites of their eyes see silence in the march

of life. Yet pheromones on path guide true

to mounds of food that lie 'neath distant arch.

Steel and concrete stare at the sky that’s hazed,

earth lives in earthen bowls and left to freeze,

you sweat under the plant the sun has glazed,

and walk across paths undisturbed by breeze.

In distant land, a boy wakes to the sounds

of happy birds that nest in green landscape.

Silence in context moves on different grounds.

Wait patiently, time shall come and escape.

In time peace comes to your brow that once frowned;

the more the noise, more the silence profound!

Soldier Boy

Soldier boy, where would you go without fear?

Without consequences that associate

reason with resurrection by your mere

faith that you're born to die and aggregate?

Master of your destiny will always cry

hoarse at you screaming loud in your own brain

"Pride in death!" Corpses lined up, left to dry;

you’re dead already, cannot die again.

They’ll store you locked in prisons of your mind,

puppets shall dance with all your strings attached,

never to think off strings, never to find;

forever paw the door that you have latched.

Hungry heroes, killing fields, toys to play;

soldier boys will always do what I say!