A Violet Sky ~ a collaboration

If I could sing songs of magic
Reciting words not so tragic,
My life would surely faint,
A violet sky to paint.
Staring at heaven with eyes shut,
Travel the stars like a space nut.
A flame proof suit, for what it’s worth,
Worn with the flag of my home: Earth.

But I can’t even hold a tune
And lament always tends to loom,
Over my dreary life
With an old rusty knife,
Cutting my interstellar dreams,
Ripping them open ’til I scream.
Open my eyes to see the red,
Wishing voices out of my head.

If I could dream, this man would fly;
Spread arms like wings and soar on high,
Forego the pain that frays,
Bright as a comet splays.
Exhale the life lived in the past,
Breathe the unknown future, at last.
In my own hands destiny waits;
Deafening silence that sedates.

And reminds me without a sound
That I’m painfully here earthbound.
Clouds unfurl and encroach,
A violet sky, as if to broach.
And start to pour mercilessly,
Upon my head, melancholy.
Thus dare not dream deep down inside,
Instead I wait the ebbing tide.

If I could find a reason why
This life should live rather than die,
May a light shine bright
From this darkest of nights.
Taken by one last stolen chance,
As the blade glides, swollen eyes glance,
To see the stars begin to fade,
With final breath my choice is made.

And thus the darkness closes in
Accusing every star of sin,
Obliterating hope
Of starry dreams to cope.
Resounding silence now transports,
To an oblivion of sorts,
My soul beyond the stars on high
To rest amidst a violet sky.

Written by
Oscar Alejandro Plascencia and Ax

This message has taken me about a whole day to write. What can I say about Oscar Alejandro other than to say he is an amazing person. Not only talented but giving. He gave me a piece of his time. A stranger from another part of the world, never face to face. Thats a cool heart!
His talent is breath taking, an amazing artist.

Oscar’s blog is here, In So Many Words Please Visit and Say Hello

Oscar, thank you for this gift. Writing with you is a lesson not only in the art of poetry but also in the art of friendship and humanity.

your fan
your friend

free our hearts

look around at the world
look around, everywhere
the sun above
warmth of light
that leads to night

caravan of clouds that float
free of care they gloat

trees that stand
limbs stretched out
embracing those who take flight
the wind gently sweeps
as leaves pantomime a fall

the earth that loves
releasing doves

from dust to dust
the soaring spirit rising higher must
breathe the faith born in us
forego any malice to do our part
in life we must free our hearts


A Whimsical Dream

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Details sketched in a world driven by nightmares
In the presence of a full moon the size of a monsters stare

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Your skeleton frame floats with a magical hold
Tips that touch, as your warmth begins to appear bold

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Prepare to be amazed at what the mind can do
With a picture, framed inside my head, longing for you

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
With reds and yellows and a sky that’s painted blue
By the shore where Lilly pads float above koi swimming in view

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Falling leaves mimic the flutter of butterfly wings
As the bayou comes to life, birds in the trees begin to sing

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Muscles that twitch, the flesh bronzed and alive
A beating heart that pounds, a growing passion to thrive

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Lips that kiss, soft and sweet, cherry bomb treat
Fireworks explode, illuminating the eyes with smiles in heat

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Cupids arrow struck my heart and it stung
Exploring your curves with hands, mouth and tongue

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
Stars are aligned as galaxies spread far and wide
My mind erupts with a flash of light, reality collides

A thought, an idea, a whimsical dream
As a thunderous crack follows, rain makes way
Erasing the colours of a dream back to a melancholy gray



A Dream in Fantasy Lies

in the still of the night
waves of the imaginary ignite

fall coloured leaves
painted on trees

reflecting from below
on a midnights stroll

her rosy cheeks tingle
lamp lights giggle on waters ripple

fingers laced, hand in hand
the warmth of love is grand

panning in to see her face
closer and closer it fades

the air turns stale
the palette turns pale

filthy grey walls replace the place
where colour is a state of grace

when perfect lives in the eyes
of a dream, in fantasy lies


Under The Wolfs Tune

his eyes close to pierce
a deep within hers
reflecting thoughts
through foggy nights
her heart does understand
his inner voice
that echoes clear
her submissive pose
awaits sincere
for his commanding move
with every breath he exhales
his dominance she inhales
her patience soon rewarded
by his weight fully mounted
enthralled in climax
sung with a howl
to the moons glowing beam
as it fades in from a dream
where desire inside streams
exalting in a lovers theme
to swoon
under the wolfs tune