!

In my closet it laid,
vile, proud, and hard.
Price of trust was paid,
I played my card.

It shot my frail leg,
part of a whole.
Please don't make me beg,
you to take the soul!

Candle

I stretched my tongue beneath the candle,
and licked its tears.
How unfair it is to handle,
suffering in young years!

Sorrow candle will someday die,
someone will kill its glary flame.
Its blue smoke will proudly fly,
and no one'll remember its name.

Cute Photographer: Mohammed Sharaf.

Two Empty Cans!

Walking down the road I saw,
two empty cans.
I kicked one with a blow,
while the other stands.

It knocked itself down,
and spread blood.
How lovely it is to drown,
in your own flood!

Photographer: Jon Broschi.

I'm a Boat

I’m a boat on a lonely shore,
tied by a rope.
With a positive hollow core,
doomed to mope.

The rope is blind it can’t see,
millions of attempts that’ll fail.
What a boat shall be,
if it cannot sail!

Inspired by the talented photographer: Mohammed Sharaf.

My Stairs

Climbing the stairs I realized,
my stairs are endless,
some good, some demonized,
segments of mind restless.

I’m Ulysses in my little tragedy,
Fighting with a sword of words.
Agamemnon lost in a parody,
A magical lyre with no cords.

Photographer Manfred Leiter.

My Palm

Under the Rain:
The lines on my palm were disfigured...
by a drop,
once water, now liquored...
in a magical cup.

Under the Sun:
The lines on my palm were dissolved...
by a beam,
hard, like a riddle unsolved...
like a dream.

Photograph By Photographer: Declan McCullagh.

Dancing Rain

On the roof, the rain is dancing…
tick… tock…
In my room, watching and glancing..
I love you rain..

Dance, dance, never stop…
wash it all away.
Musical sound.. drip.. drop…
day after day after day…

Inspired By: Photographer Jon Bruschi

Like me, the sky is crying..
rain… rain…
No more birds flying…
no more…

the next day…
the sky shook off its tears and put on a new sun,
like me, wiping my rain and pretending to have fun…