A Poet Strikes A Pose

Alone in a pool of darkness, feeling a tug, slowly, pulling, under

Helpless cry, no one hears, is there, anybody there?

Begin to feel the water fill, air expelled, bubbles floating still

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Taking hold of its desire to own, a dying heart sinking down

Darkness never lies below the line, its truth is to consume

Leads the mind sinking deep as memories fade they weep

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Disappointment led the way, a heart turned brittle and grey

Tears washed by rain, into the sea, cleansed of hurt and pain

Baptized for the final time, sins forgiven, no longer afraid to die

Fighting to stay above but darkness won’t let go

Peaceful sunrise fills the skys, below the surface darkness smiles

Streams of light try’s to reach, where a treasure sunk besieged

Lifeless outstretched arms rose, a poet strikes a pose

No more fight left to stay above because darkness finally won


Carousel Dreams

On a ride that gleams in a child’s eye
Round and around, everyone the leader
The music gets louder, galloping faster
Spinning, spinning, bursting with laughter
Carousel dreams, in a saddle sitting high

Painted ponies gallantly trotting
Wolves on a chase through the enchanted forest
Deer in a meadow seems to leap the furthest
Snuggling with a rabbit, hopping madness
Carousel dreams, a hearts gentle throbbing

How simple and dear when the young allowed to dream
Like a coin tossed into a fountain, pays for a wish beholden
If it comes true by miracles grace, fate brings out emotion
A tragedy when left hanging, the end of the ride heart broken
Carousel dreams, that ends perhaps licking up ice cream


What Good Are Dreams

What good are dreams
if they keep disappearing
every time eyes wake up.

Only lived when asleep,
black and white is all we see
colour is the fantasy.

Ghosts and goblins, ghouls chasing fools
run, run faster
but nothing ever moves.

Ships lost at sea
a love that passes by
the two, never to meet.

Faces from the past
replaced with the present
to touch neither, would happen.

What good are dreams
when the key to unlock
is to sleep.


Find Me Staring At The Sky


Find me staring at the sky, just as blackness rolls in
One by one, stars appear, creating a magical vision
An angel, dressed in white, blowing kisses, stars twinkle
Bright they are, filling the dark, peaceful and simple
The mystery that compels my mind to look every night
So that my heart, could feel the whispers of a loves right
Galaxies away, far beyond touch, there is a place for me
Reach and reach, fail to reach, to solve that mystery
Does it exist? That place only the mind and heart can see
Would the grace of touch, smell and taste ever know such delicacy
Find me staring at the sky, waiting for those kisses to appear
One by one, stars disappear, into mornings light with a tear
Like a blackbird sitting on a live wire
Surging the wings, to want to fly higher
Claws curl tight with fright
Waiting to let go when comes the night