When It Rained

Today, the rain drenched its own face
With tears as it touched my lips,
Commemorating a day where it left
Its own purified heavenly home,
And here I am still covering my face,
Hiding from its painful hushing drums,
A musical to the dancing hearts of nature,
Trees swinging to rescue every raindrop,
To revitalise its soul with earthly minerals,
Ah would you look at the new leaves,
Emerging and growing as the Sun glorifies
Its beauty across the endless horizon,
Now, it ascends back to its heavenly home.

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Let It Be You!

Take your time, lovely flower,
Be alone and soothe your heart,
Let the moon glow its glory
On your divine magical soul,
Let the tears of love that hide
Behind the curtains of pain
Flow down the rivers of my lands,
And walk outside into the
Tales of blossoming friendships,
There you will find my garden’s
Heart waiting to listen to your
Melodic songs to be sung by
The morning birds – voices of
Nature dancing with the wind
Where your soul shall smile,
Let it be young! Let it be free!
Let it be alive! Let it be you!

Two Dimensions

The tongue will not speak up the words
I am willing to share with this bright world.
Time has given a divine accusation to
A crumbling soul: split between two
Dimensions separating the limbs towards
The opposite polar – the nasty negative
And the pure positive – having a go at
My delicate heart burning it to ashes
As the blood boils the magnificent mind
Into accepting the fate of its bodily
Joints to get twisted beyond repair.
There I typed it since the tongue is still
Not brave enough to free its twists tangled
Between two very different worlds; each
Going through an enormous phase of
Continuous collisions. This begets an
Aspect of life lived for the lies of others;
Only hesitation would creep into
Mine as I put on an act for an audience
Deemed to become a mirage. But since
The mask is a bit crooked, loosening it
Is the only option, so I try to take it off,
But then my world would disintegrate
Below the earthly dust and form a
Massive grave that I would just have
To voluntarily (in pain) crawl into.

Run Forward

Strong waves crushed my doorstep,
And carved many hidden trophies,
I knew I was able to run for miles,
Away from any whispering trouble,
Yet, a day has dawned to illuminate
A foreseeable flattering future,
Reinforcing the pains of growth,
While the birds chirp at dainty dusk,
And as the waves calmed back into
Reality, I fought my way through,
And, at last, I began to run forward.

O Heart

O heart!
O the beast to my tears!
Cease your playful habits that
Produce chains of burning pain.
She likes me, but loves me not,
And so, I am fit for no one.

O heart!
O the drumming sound of agony!
Release your strangling hands
From my limbs of instability.
She moves away as
I free my hugging arms.

O heart!
O the demise of this aching body!
Fire your heat away from
My delusional mind.
She eyes another as I release
One final kiss to her cheeks.

O heart!
O crimson flower of autumn’s death!
Fall into an abyss below
My musically run feet.
She is the carved beauty of an angel,
And I am never that.

O it hurts!

Painful Poetry

So never cry a poem out of pain
For it will painfully open a wound,
Once stabbed beyond comprehension
With a similar anguished cry voiced
Above all whispers of many men,
Letters emerging from their tears
To recreate a sonnet –
The love story between a wound
And an everlasting infinite dream,
Their coexistence reinforces an imperfect
Being to commence a burial ceremony,
The art established for mental
Initiation will relieve the copious
Lists of duties clouding the heart’s
Movement: forward into a brickwall,
Or backward into a timeless abyss,
Or maybe sideways until crushed
Down to the white bones immersed
In this life’s bloodpool,
The art of a painful sonnet
Is but an alphanumerical equation,
A method of encrypting many tearful
Men falling into a painful poem.