PURPLE SUMMER

A sparkling diamond
That captivates the eyes
Or could it be...
An intense feeling

A world of vast illusion
That preoccupies your sanity
That you explore, so free.
But do you really know me?

My very nature fashions
A universal beauty
Dwelling in sacred permanence
Bound by faith and commitment.

My wholeness is not born
Out of ephemeral passion
Indeed, I am real
At the face of affectionate decision.

Be guided by the hands of time
Dance with the music of life
Grow, live and learn...
Keep on believing.

Our paths shall surpass divergence
I am the promise of Forever
Truly I am...Hurt!

HER BEAUTY REPOSING

the dusk breaks her barren face
taunting for one more evening,
one more void of no colors,
in a smoky black night
that treads into the crust of
her belly,
swaying into the edges of her skin
a garland
that chases her heart
the urge of vengeance
she weeps inside heer womb
aflamed in the grace
of etched scars in her arms
hapless in her kindred spirit
she summons her soul
to ressurect in unstained
imperfection,
flowering in her silence.
and someone can die
this very moment
for her beauty spanned in the dark

THE WEIGHT OF A FEATHER ON A SCALE

I can smell the taints of childhood
and I apologiza that I have let go
of the fragrance, proning me to tarnish
the unwounded rest of pastures
from the wealthy fields

I climbed torooftops and deceived
my hands to visible realities
that knows no boundaries
and stabs the human heart, a swelling truth
swept to the flow of gleaming rivers
I fell in the spell of dunes

I speak the filtered monotone of quietness
pale as the night swirling in solitude
tracing the last four miles before I was
standing here

I ask forgiveness to childhood
the weight of a bitter ordinary stole
the dusk of each new beginning and
the ventures drafted on roadsides, gone...

I pick dusts fallen from the rites
beyond the slope of a sinking, scoured sight
trampled into the edges of life, and its blade,
a smear of blood