That Is Poems

Sign on the line that is dotted

They just want your money.
Just want your wealth.
Meagre or major they’ll take it all else.

Post sale and the manner changes in tone.
Commission awarded - it’s time to go home.

They’ll try to convince you that you need it to live!
They’ll try to persuade you that you’re doing the right thing.

But they just want your money. They’d

I Go To Seek A Great Perhaps, as That Is What I Was After Too

The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the metal
of doors I have not opened.

They ask me why.
Why walk without a destination?
Why carry a compass
if you don’t believe in north?

I tell them—
the road does not need an ending
to be

Love Is All That Is Real

Destiny quivers,
 like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the passion of our unknowing souls.

Likewise, destiny,  
Awaiting patiently,
The unfolding of each moment 
As if it were the first moment of existence.

Though predestined,
From that first moment of creation,
The smallest

That Is How Small The Mind Could Be To Beat

Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat,
Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle...
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.

Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit,
Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel;
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat.

Alcohol could have actualised such treat,
Upon rage within, ever

Quack and Waddle that is how we safely cross the street

Sidewalks and roads morning, noon, and night
Hectic bustle of today’s life
From young tiny feet 
To the old with silver in their hair
The noise of cars, trucks, and buses
Along with the machines that are improving 
The roads, bridges, and sidewalks that are utilized daily
A symphony of chaos trying to distract our attention
Our attention we need to

That is not safe

                                             That`s not Safe

       

The tragedy that is myself

Perhaps I wouldn't move
if the train came.
Not out of courage,
just curiosity.
What does it feel like?
or just the experience, maybe.

I sit down in the shower sometimes
until the water forgets it's warm
and I forget
I have skin.
In that moment,
and that moment only
I think nothing
but oh, I feel-

I feel everything
like a flood, swirling, raging inside,
beating ferociously on the locked

Love That Is True

From the sudden spark of your gaze,
to the laughter shimmering through falling tears,
through every tender, knowing little grace,
I'm captivated by you.

The way you guide my write,
these words that yearn and only speak of you,
in every style anew,
the love that is true.

For in the end it'll be just you and I,
forever and always,
truly loving,
and I don't

All that is missing

Did I ever forget you?
I am destined to remember
Those days we spent together
Are always on my mind
The ache remains ,losing you hurts

There have been several others
Whose presence masked the pain
Parting was never sweet sorrow
Opening up those wounds again
Still living in my heart

Will we ever meet again
To renew our yearning love?
Or have you met another
Who now

There is a sadness that is born from deep knowledge

There is a sadness that is born from deep knowledge,
like a shadow slipping through the cracks of the soul,
a sadness that whispers the world is not a fairy tale, but a mosaic of fleeting moments,
where dreams unravel like grains of sand between weary fingers.
It is the melancholy of one who understands life is not a

The Beauty that is firmly aware

Showing your beauty
By your light of nature 
And by your inherited sincerity 

Nothing needs deliberate
Of teaching hearts 
Of  the judgments by eyes 
Of the planning by head
Of the making up by hands

Let them acknowledge
The feelings of déjà vu
Let them meet and collide
To spark their skyline 
To light up the cool night

Let the hearts dancing

What Can I Take From The Past, That Is Not Already Here In The Future

The dusk still drapes in silver mist,
The stars still bloom in skies so wide,
The sea still sings its endless song,
And yet, the past is locked inside.

I walk where footsteps once were laid,
Where voices whispered soft and low,
But time has washed their echoes clean,
And left me longing for their glow.

The garden hums with summer's breath,
The roses

Poems to God that is 'You'

Poems to God that is You

You used to scare me…
with your torrid schemes.
My mind—
a parcel for your unravelling.

There was a time you played in its shadows…
and then you said,
"I never take sides.
Not in War.
Not in Love."

I believed you then.
Now—
I know I was wrong.

You are not to be believed—
but sung!
When my eyes drown in this turgid

you think that is doable

There were forty-three pros
So that is do-able, right?
The job coach gave Harry the knowing look.
How many cons were there?

He pretended to search for the answer.
One hundred and fifty-three cons, he replied.
All of her tips should have him realizing one thing.
She said “You thought that was do-able?”

“I think I can make it work,” he replied.
A job-taker

A Valentine's that is everyday

Is it the invisible things that I love the most
Or flowers and cakes and a trip to coast
What is love's worth ,if not seen day by day
But eagerly awaited for that daunting day
Don't get me wrong, I vouch for the 14th let it be 
But a love felt every second, is what truly feels free
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