love and loathing in la-la land

A forgotten sea of wishes...
of love and loneliness.
a poem strung with pearls.
gray .green and blue.
Crude whispers of immortality.
false promises of reality..

a sea of wisdom rare ,of hues
pink and golden brown.
blue jeans and t shirt vert
that's all that i have known.
an artist's hands.a tongue of truth.
a bending full of roses.
Kneeling down . a book in hand.
and lots of wild miracles.

A wavy dream.an illusion.
a grain of sand.Too real.

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the last walk down street A

i turn. it follows as it always has. dark memory.buried deep. deep deep deep within the unreachable corners of the undecipherable world. a pretence . and love.in all its colours. tears.sobs.swollen promises. some more. and i know. what it never will. through the neon eeriness of la noche. like a dingy glove. a blast from the past. persistence and resistance and acceptance.and Deliverance will its soul respond? will it cry? will it remember? as i know. i will.

Eureka Eureka!

I cracked a silly joke You humored me I was childish about so many things You were patient I told you I was sleepless You worried about me I jumped with joy after my results You jumped with me I was scared to be Jo-less You were there for me I wanted a shoulder to lean on You gave me yours I panicked I'd lost a friend You heard me out I fought with M You calmed me down I worried about D You consoled me I was confused about life You guided me I was lost and aimless You showed me the way I was unstable and unsure You were my rock I was so blind about things You said "It's for keeps " I just want to tell you how much I value,treasure and love you And want you to know That I,too, want "it" for life..

the shadows of freedom

Sunshines and moonlights and a milky stream the shadows of the morrow go blink blink blink... a pen a paper and a million lines. going one-two one-two ...three three three the raindrops on the window's ledge.. the weeping lilies of the night.. a corkscrew, a knife and a bottle of wine. a litre of water and a careless glance. powdered cheek and a painted nail. tin cans and soldiers all forgotten.. long live this freedom.. that love has begotten.

illusional reality

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