Leaking Pen
Opening
Fourth street and the divide meet,
near the stream where its waters impede.
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge,
a little further from the deserted car park —
underneath the third tree with the broken bench.
Déjà Vu
Green leaves fall beneath my brown moccasins;
sounds of an unending symphony cast in,
and it feels like I’ve been here before,
over and over again.
Epiphany
Sanguine sigh!
Sense a wise fill beyond these greens —
to rise through the times with pulse calmly,
and glide through the devil softly.
Strange Talk
Working on a feeling,
binging on poetry,
drowning the sea,
persuading illusions,
eluding obsessions —
disjointed phrases and melodramas
clenched in a monologue.
Love Story
Welcome back home;
there’s food in the kitchen.
Happenstances
Lost in admiration,
from close encounters,
in a rhyme connected to a poem.
Stealing glances
in between time and after time —
let love be…
pinky swears.
Life of Leisure
Paintings and figures,
sleeping on a rainy morning,
becoming a muse.
A burst of laughter —
delighted and witty,
inherently amused.
Feels Like Yesterday
Old convos and forgotten faces,
paper planes and origami cranes,
kites with no tails
leave farewell shadows on the ground.
Life’s Simple Pleasures
Stunning sunset,
popping a bubble wrap,
a game with a queen,
dimples and dark chocolates,
petrichor and sweet fragrances —
unusual beauty.
Long walks underneath vast acrylic skies.
Anyway You Look at It
Modesty is attractive,
perfection is overrated,
darkness matters.
Love divine will make us;
oblivion is a safe haven,
inclined amidst chaotic despondency.
You Name It
A song for the lonely,
a frenetic cadence of loathe and harmony;
a harmony reeling the melancholy —
an unchained prolix of blatant facts,
an anthology of beautiful fiction.
So
Can you count the emotions?
Can you read between the lines
and solemnly draw your conclusion?
Can you hear the echoes fringe
from the virtual spaces between?
Again
There’s no need for a refrain;
you do your crying in the rain,
surged by sudden sullen pain.
Hope
You wear them under your sleeves —
all the melancholy and the peeve;
but amber and somber will never leave,
and upon yourself will it forever heave.
Water on My Head
Balancing ambition with conscience,
under a cross, eluding the sickle moon;
interlaced with fragile chastity,
and all the finest things
connected to heredity.
Either Way
Choked on an aroma
in my big brother’s kitchen —
no need for endless debate.
Promise
Unicorns and Afro minions,
serenity — endless, looming serenity,
anchored behind cloud nine.
Back to Motive
Matters of the heart:
silence and heartbeats.
Permit my voice to sing its riddles.
Look
Virtual spaces
seem a blessed hope
of pretty things
that feel like yesterday —
a life of leisure, and rare happenstances.
Odd Soul
Held a cactus flower,
buoyed of a certain showing —
epiphanies and déjà vus,
tinkling an opening farewell.
Evening Walk
By the road where the divide meets,
over the bridge where waters recede.
It’s 12 p.m. and I am certain —
destiny still awaits me
to fulfill my heavy fate.
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