Windows

Windows
Let in light
For the
Dead things
Craving bright
Ideas
To wake up
To a fresh day
To strive
And be alive
Through you
Through what
You take in
Breathe in
Eat
See
Imagine
Experience
Drink
Smoke
Be

The light
Is a medium
Like helium
For balloons
To rise
To great heights
Achieve
And descend
With glory
Another story
To be told
To the rest
Waiting
To be told
To be inspired
To be cold
To other
Dead things
That have no soul
But will be alive
Someday
Like your
Dream
Rusting
In your past
Give it bridges
To make it
To the now
Let it
Make you say
Wow
And smile.

Fountains

Water
Trickles down
From the fountain
Goes back up
Much like mountains
Healing every drop
That drops down
Only to fall again

Fall
In place
Fall in light
Fall in love
And make a sound
A vibe designed
To calm the sight
Of the third eye
Feeling lighter
Clearer
Feeling wonder
Throughout
Shout
At the beauty
Inspite the doubt
We have
About falling in love
Serve your thoughts
Serve your seed
Give it light
And then you feed it
With love
And soil
And water
That trickles down
From the fountain
Of hope.

Boxes

Store your
Happy moments in
Boxes made of
Colored sins
Sins of yellow
Sins of green
Till mortal's
Theory
Intervenes
Sins not of the
Dark and dull
That hamper
Chakras
Hearts and skull
Sins of
Michevious blue
Stuck with all
Children's true
Innocence
Made of
Nature's dust
Which is fine
Even if you
Do not trust
It's
Consequences.

Motion

Steady and slow
Neverending
Flow
Of time
Grows
Around my head

Outside my bubble
Inside my core
Two parallels
In
Oneness flow

Bridged by
Intuition
Feelings
Meanings
Reasons
Beliefs
Stored
Deep
In my
Subconcious seasons
Growing
Outwards
Growing inwards
Into each
Other's core

A network of
The inside you
Outside me
And within
Hold you breath
Hold your thought
Mould your soul
And begin

Bound by
Mystical math
Monitoring
Most mailable
Meanings
Mind
Moderates
Mindlessly

Steady and slow
With it
We flow
In it we grow
Carelessly

One more latte please.

I don't know
What it is
About you
You seem
To be mixing
In me
Like the ice
And the whiskey

I don't know
What it is
About you
You seem
To be making
Me nervous
Like jumping off a cliff

I don't know
What it is about
Every latte
I now taste
It seems to
Remind me
Of the conversations
We had
Whisking in
Your eyes
Asking me
To shut up
And smile
As I talk

They are playing the same
Music again
Out here
You know
But romance
Is for loosers
Nowadays

I wonder
If I could
Wake you up
Like the latte
And the kiss

I know its creepy
I sit in here
Thinking
What I miss

I thought this was easy
Go home
And switch on
My laptop
Switch on
The rest of the world
Again
Switch to
Who I was again
Switch
Like how the others
Taught me

The others
Didn't prepare me well
I think
Didn't prepare me
For a complicated
Latte
With brown sugar
A piece of cake
And a biscotti
Should have been

A piece of cake
Instead
But I guess
I like my latte
Like this
Now

One more latte please? 

To stop.

Tersely designed
Concepts
Methods
Structured dreams
Still lucid
Intelligible
Realms of imagination
Extending beyond
My fingers
Beyond my reach
Teach me
How to tame
My mind
Blind fuckin mind
From wandering off
How do I convince
To calm it down
To stop
And take a deep breath
While it panics
Drowning in
Heavy breathing
Seeing no reason
To stop
Hop hop
Hopping all over
Souvenirs
I hid in the
Cupboard
Of my reckless
Feral
And free mind
It wouldn't
Care to even
Scare you away
I'm trying
But it giggles
When I tell it to
Shut the fuck up
My pen doesn't stop
It seems more determined
Than me
Loosing out ink
Faster than time
Could comprehend
What it tries to say
My pen knows
A lot more
About what I have to
Say
Playing on this sheet
Exploring corners
Of cheeks
Beautifully using them
As matter for poetry
Set it free already
Please let me go
But my pen
Just laughs along with my mind
What do I fuckin do
With this limited
Memory
Playing in my head
On loop
Again and again
About how I threw
The chance to
Caress your skin
And here it
Begins
Again.

A nightmare from the woods

Today I dreamt
Of people inside
My mind
When I was small

Surrounded by
Their energies
Running away
A little more

Self induced fear
In the self induced dream
I was only walking fast
There never was a scream

With not much
Difference
Between the time
And place

They were of different
Eyes
They were of different
Face

But I knew them well
And I knew them right
It was my own dream
From the lucid night

Walking through
The corridors
Walking through
Their sight

The way they looked
Cold and blank
Almost ready
To fight
Me
Again and again and again.

Roaring daisies

Transparent membranes
Like that of bubbles
Making layers
For me to see
My reflections in
So many me

Why am I
The one I hated
Why am I the one I swore on
Why am I learning patterns
From people who have moved on

We are but the actors
Of how we would have been
No more battles to lose now
None left to win

Why is it now
That I can feel
Your breeze
Across my mind?

What is it now
In your innocence
That I am about
To find?

Where is
The kindness
And the love
And passion in the wine?

Riddles

It feels like
There is
An even bigger
Being
Inside me
Bigger than
Anything
You would have ever seen
Made of
Light and darkness
Yes and no
Things you do
And things you don't
So much bigger
Than this tiny
Body
So much bigger
Than the hole
Of the pupil
You see your world
Through

Its been as big
Since you were born
And it will be
When you do
Not see yourself
Inside the body
You thought
You grew into
Also made of
Dreams,
This being comes
Out of the blue
To surprise you
When
You feel
Its alive
Just inside you

Somewhere
In the bones
Somewhere
Right outside
The goosebumps
It gives you

I look
In the mirror
You can not see
You can not touch
You can not feel
It in the reflection
But only
Inside you
Is that being
That is writing this
Down
For you

And as far as
You can ever go
Searching
I will always be found
In you
Always be found in you

Unfinished

Your fingers
Are so thin
As sharp as
My heart has ever been
Tracing treasures
On your skin
While your eyes speak
Of the darkness within
The funny kind of dark
Lit with a bit of spark
Of your smiles
And the seeds of your
Soul
That you thought
Will not grow into
What you have become

Sit with me now
Keep talking
Your voice and the vibe
Heal me so
From all I have been
To myself within
Breathe on my skin
A little more
After we have kissed
And the after taste
Of the coffee your soul
Drank with mine
And the ciggeratte's smoke
Going up with each other's
Ideas
That we might never discuss
Again
Begin another
Conversation
In this moment
To the next
A word attaching
Past to the rest
Of what is happening
And what will happen
Like a vibe
So lucid and real
That it exists in
Different times and places
As what it is
Throughout
It only evolves
But much like branches
Of the trees
You never know
Where it turns
And takes rest.