Euphoria

While the sun came down to horizon glistening the sky
i sit alone in a beach
talking to each wave that brush the shore
about a butterfly painting pictures of my dream
of a world ,
where i am journey and your my road
all that i realize here, is this a celebration?
celebration of my loneliness with you...


(this was one of the first ones i ever wrote...couldnt help myself but to revisit )

Poise

rim of sun touch the horizon
engulfing alchemy in the eyes
unclamping plaque nailed on ignorance

while existence shuttles between threat and comfort
eternal hunger is hammering life

look at my streched hand
this is the cusp between untouched sky
and the human reality.