I need water that moves

Not the still placid glass

That sits idly on top of a firm green earth

But currents that flow through my veins

And sources the power of meridians

I need water that breathes

Absorbing the impressions

Of the sentients alive

Dancing as it jumps from heart to heart

I need water that floods

Through and through

In my heart, soul and utter being.

I need water...

Bones crushing against a paper wall

Remnants splintered from core to limb

Feeds the crows cacophony

To feast on scraps of your mishap

Unforgiving mistakes you’ve made

The caw caw caw of verbal stones

Shatter their glass of hypocrisy...

“Why didn’t you finish the novel?”

“Well, something else came up.”

“Something else? More important than what I was to live?”

“I mean, am I supposed to apologize? Life happened that’s all.”

“That’s a shitty excuse, I thought this was your passion?”

“It is but…”

“But what? Why you lived, I’ve waited to live?

“I don’t think that’s my problem, you exist independent of me, the moment I thought you up. ...

The rising of a new east

Abuts the weight of time descendent

At first, the touch, the smell and taste

Bring life to the world new

But the flavors to the ascetic true

Are tasted at the crown of teen

Where feelings tense and traumas flow

Shapes a path to undo

Turmoils of the twenties groan

Waters the seeds of the thirties growth

The self nurtured so

And dreams tended to

Awakens the truer self...

Tell me the truth

Stop this blood of mine

Rushing and gushing

To water the lies you’ve tied

Lay bare the score

The tit for tat

Brinks of bad

You endless bore...

The hint of a ripple in time

Hearkens to the troubles afoot.

Dreams of togetherness we

Falter in the loss of self

Freedom is not in the owning

But the surrender that comes with love...

The family is the strongest tree

Bares the fruits that feeds the soul

And holds the shade

From the harshest Sun

But when the fruits are venin be

The dance begins to guard the heart

From slights and wounds that leave a gash

Torrential fall of resentments reign

My fault, your fault or no fault claimed

Brings the need of boundaries fence

Protection from a drowning tribe

The day is yet where wounds...

What I want in love

Is a mind of growth

Honed to the click and clacks

Of misunderstandings groan

What I need in love

Is a heart so bright

That shines and laughs

And awakens the dullest dye

What I hope for love

Is a peace of mind

The days serene

and nights gettin in

What it is in love

Is a fight for truce

Creation from rapport...

Houses made of stone and wood

Metals like bricks lay the city streets

People ranging free

In judgment of the judged imprisoned

Truth remains the truth

Prison is not a cell

But a mindset in code

Unwavering in its fears embalmed

Roaming in an ego cage...

There are no monsters within

But the call of mesmeric whims

That bring the choice of this or that

That a warp of this

A path of fire to brim

Of lies, betrayals, so grim

That dull and dim the vim

There are no monsters here

Only choice that fail to dream...