My dreams flow into an ocean of peace,
sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
I’m being guided by unconsciousness.
Sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate,
it’s hard to take in what my mind has built.
Density sits, dressed like a hurricane.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
visions so pungent they wrap me in salt.
Arid waves paint twenty four carat skies.
I’m being guided by unconsciousness,
finding fulfilled in an alternate realm.
All this took was some imagination.
Arid Land
Miracle Man
3/3/2025
Sahara Desert
Within this ocean of sand
Oasis’ exist
The desert wind fares wild and true
O'er a petaled face
Then scurries round with much ado
And roils from place to place.
Here where sunshine bakes the sand
And dries the dusty air
Here where legends roam the land ,
Where mortals would not dare.
A flower rises from the ground
And peers out from her bed.
Bashful, silent, not a sound,
She lifts her new born head.
So, gazing round the dips and dunes
She savours, for a while,
The breeze's repertoire of tunes
That call to cause her smile.
Then with the joy of midday bloom
She, open armed, looks up.
High into the clouded plume
She opens like a cup.
Her colours dazzle desert eyes,
Her perfume scents the day.
Yet closes when the sunlight dies
To sleep the night away.
The heat of the wind
in the dry semi-arid
blushing my pale face
Unbearable heat
hinterland the midday sun,
seems war forced training ...
In semi-arid
oxen graze the mirages
of apparent plants
Strand is all around
In town heat wave all year round
Still life's safe and sound
May 15, 2017
Precioso Tano
Tranquil 'pon a drizzling sunset
Alone with clouded sorrow
Partly anguish, vividly hollow
Armor piercing from hatred
Blurred mementos in the fast lane
a wildfire spreading fast with haste
Ashes all over, scattered like rain
A tragedy right at your face
My chest is starting to erupt
from all corners, losing focus
Everywhere are echoes, elsewhere's abrupt
Thirst to end this, nothing to lose
Interfering my train of thoughts
Your hair are all over the place
Oh how will I ever forget?
Oh how my ego float in daze?
Stressed out, so tired and broken
as I puffed my last piece of stick
Processing again and again
Running out of words 'til the nick
The environment is harsh
Ground dry with barreness
The rays of the sun fall
Like yesterday, today and tommorow.
Lonely birds sing
In this arid place I now live in.
Scanty clouds show
Grass and shrubs droop in the heat
I scan the skies in hope for waters.
It is my prayer
My wish that waters would fall
To bring back life once again.
Winds howl in the night
Rushing in a journey untold
Chills and cold bite
Avenging attacks of the day.
Such is the habitat
I have been placed to reside.
Once it was all green and alive
This heart of mine
When you and I shared love.
But you left me
Depriving the heart off its needs
Such is the place the heart lives now.
There could be soft spots in this earthly sojourn,
But all agree that there are arid zones
That sear and inflame your bones,
Times you wouldn't want for a second relived;
The diamond rocks in the flesh of butter,
Occasions on which the claws of fate engulfed
And tentacles of hard luck mercilessly ground.
Fragments of copper scatter;
smothers an Opal kiss
the surface only matters;
ardour does not exist,
and deserts of weary Chicory
sway with limestone tips,
swelling like the cactus
blistering our lips.
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