Glowing

Glowing worms
Inside a ball

A ball made 

Of glass

With colors

Blue and green

Were there

To make it last

These worms 

Still lost

Inside the

Ball of glass

How did 

They get inside

What was 

Their past?

No one to help

And no one to guide

No future to seek

No past to hide

In this ball

Made of glass

These worms 

Growing fast

But whats 

The point?

 

Grow and then?

It finishes when?

What happens?

Who wins?

Always seeking wins.

The glowing worms

Trembling 

To the beats of

Time

To the nature 

Of slime

Being what they 

Can be

Seeing what they

Can see

Entering zen

One by one

 

Beginning to be

The ball of glass

Color after color

Blue after green

And after 

They have been

To their future

And past

The ball of glass

Becomes them

At last. 

Becoming

Looking for
Little corners
For my secret
Madness

Things that would
Comfort it
-Would let it be
Things like coffee
Cigarettes
Alcohol
Movies
Pot
Travel
Poetry

Places where
I can't be seen
But still mean
Something
Becoming objects
Of the frame
Of a stranger's eye
Easily missed
And just being

Looking for
New people
For my secret madness
People that would
Comfort it
Would let me be
People like you
Me
Silent
Strange
Fun
Ordinary
Simple
People with whom
I can be
And mean something

Becoming children
Of our own self

In a way
Becoming significant
In front
Of our own
Eye

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?