Moonlight Beams

Had a dream last night about this place
a wide paved road leading up to a hill
silhouettes of trees often mistaken for shapes
with the bright moon beams glistening...

I found myself walking outside
along the road until it led to a dead end
the cold didn't seem to bother me nor my bare hands
for I knew I wasn't alone
even if I was talking to the moon...

Few lights across the mountain brightly lit
I looked up to the sky to see Orion's belt and the Pleiades star cluster
I stared up into the sky for a long time
However, I didn't end up seeing the shooting star!

Every bright moon has a dark side
Just as my skeleton came out from the hideout
I chose one particular heart to enclose it
For I too will be the keeper of your sagas...

They say that when you mess with love
You mess with the truth
This sudden explosion to chase shadows at night
through the starry eyes of comfort
Brought immense beauty to the moon beams...

Therefore, I chose to live in the moment of this lucid dream.

I Found You

In this mist of chaos, I found you
When hope seemed lost, I found you
When autumn turned into winter, I found you
When sports lost its glory, I found you
When I saw you, I found you.

Through the butterflies I felt I found you
The feeling of a new found happiness
When all hell around me broke lose
Through the lens I accidently stumbled
The found you on the other side

This naive soul touched my soul
Brought a better light to this darkness
Moments from a smile that melted me
From the innocence of truth I found in you
Brought this reality of to shame

The eyes of freedom need not speak more
For my heart understood the matter alone
And that day I knew I found something in you
That cold December where my heart grew
Watching the bright city lights I found you!

Weekend Psychic

Toss and turn
Weary eyes had rest none
Reality and big dreams plan on
Oh how I wish ....

Midnight the clock struck
Yawning all to myself
Restless thoughts kick in
This feeling I detest.

It surely doesn't get better
Days go on and on
Always waiting in anticipation
For this thin cloud lining of hope

Pain and food
Two things I can tolerate intensely
But each time it's different
The humanity and compassion I posses  runeth over in my cup! 

A Beautiful Dream

Finding nothingness in this search
I quench for the last sip
are things meant to be this way?
Dreams,
To what I clenched tight
Blurry and merely illusions
As reality kick in
Clocks start ticking
For I am Wide awake
Wondering...

In times of hazy judgement 
One can see the light
But not the way...
Dreams are but forseen future..
For night and day are logical thoughts
Sleep comes when the minds hazy...

Hazy minds need no distraction
For they see a different kind of light
Logical thoughts too seem to fade
As daylight distinguishes from the night
Sleep is for the old man
who has lived many years to see
For I am only a budding flower
A flower when spring finally wakes

The seasons are strange
Life some offers yet death comes after,
Budding flowers bloom in plenty
Fragrance enchants the air
Yet hail of shower stones the elegant
Flowers by plenty and the air filled with rot...
Be weary of the seasons
They change like the clouds dark yet heavenly...

Banish Fear and Ignorance
For the tide has hit the shores tonight
Welcome the unwelcoming
Release the mental thoughts
As stars dim underneath these clouds
Even silence is slowly swallowed
One moment after another
Dark and Husky shadows of light
As the flames from the candle dies...

Fear is for the brave as ignorance for the wise
Both shapes a soul
the tides are ashore and many to come in haste
For the tides need no gesture of welcome 
Nor did it ever know silence like the calm stars
The flames may die but the ashes will remain 
Embedded in the sands of shore
and the tales of flame the tides shall carry
a hope of silence for these restless tides...

Such like the tales of sorrow briefly washed along the sea
No permanence will it ever know
As fishes do not live to see
No glory in death not glory in living
The colorful canvas paints itself red
In tales of woe yet to be told...

Such is the joyous tragedy of life
the birds sing to the funeral
the dogs bark to the shadows
the breeze blows through a fire
the truth no one knows
if the fishes could speak and the sun could rest
impermanence would just be another lie...

If lies could be told
the rays of heaven speak blasphemy
As sen seek the truth and life does forsee the hidden path
Fire only replays the role left to burn
"As ashes to ashes
Dust to dust"
The golden words remain to b spoken
As winds carry the last sound from the dying conch
Through it be a message of hope...

How far does thee seek?
The realm hidden beneath all beauty
For the fulfillment of the bread when eaten
To the staleness of the yeast untouched
Everything else whispers silence
When truth seems to break and heal
Ans the winds of change come in...

I seek no truth to life
I seek no fountain of happiness
For the lead dried and decay
the winds carry me and the ponds embrace me in circle
I seek not the way nor the path
I remain covered with dirt
For a day will come
When the path find me...