The colors of a poet

Hues so dark and compelling.
Vibrancy takes control.
My color,
 the colors of a poet.

Evergreen forest,
nature tranquil secret.
Life embedded,
so sweet it is life.

Turquoise calm,
mad in distraught.
loving in serenity.

The dark side,
hidden within.
words so strong,
like the winds on winter.

Bright maroon,
expressive and strong.
Love so pure,
ever pouring voyage.

Pale assonance,
the soft side.
Patient and humble,
invisible but there.

The colors,
our identities.
Our stories behold,
the colors of a poet.

As i sit here in my sofa,
i think of you.
I see the bright caressing rays of the sun,
i feel it in my face,
kissing me softly.

I think of you and i see the sunset.
slowly going,
darkness overtaking.

The cold air comes in within,
making my insides freeze.
My thoughts fade,
my life ends.

A drop falls to the ground,
dust takes it within.
I sit, there in the sofa.

Its all gone, and lamenting.
Tears run like the river.

Mort de l'amour

Stabbing me deep,
You stay.
Right in front of me.
A contra-reflection,
isomers.

My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.

I look within,
Darkness still.
coldness,
a condensation.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Falling delicately,

i loose control.

No motor coordination,

lost and gone.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Dust rises,

enveloping me within,

a common arrival,

dramatic scenery.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

A casted shadow,

distinct overcasts me.

Cool and assuring.

Irony?

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My battle lost,

no regrets.

Weapons still charged,

my heart pours down to you.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My last breath,

rises in the air.

My last scream for love,

never accepted.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled. 

Mort de l'amour

Like a frame,
it held me.
I stood there.

Menacing gracefully,
it bit me.
I bore the kiss.

Conscious cuts,
it carved me.
I remained still.

Pattern over pattern,
it caressed my skin,
i indulged.

Aghast, a new me.
No convention,
a conversion,
unbalanced equation.

A will

It was foretold,
engraved in stone,
bestowed upon,
no choice.


Illuminating prophesy,
so dark decree,
expressive spree,
a heresy.


The writing suffice,
the memoir complete,
a masterpiece under a pseudonym,
everlasting epiphany.


Inspiring guide to few,
appraised control,
a criticized manuscript,
detached and red.


Unplanned facts,
unmarked and out of track,
a mistake they say,
that cost a life,
clear impotence.


Clouded thoughts arise,
no turning back,
a requiem,
stereotyped and dull.

...Finally

Falling off the edge,

grasping the whips of air,

gasping in solace,

anguish.

Free falling,

sculpturing the cold dry air,

contouring the aim,

savoring victory.

Miscalculations,

a labyrinth,

plan B?

Immediate call,

emergent corrections,

falling...

hysteria,

falling...

time is running out

saved?

Amazement,

awe..

a constriction,

sudden love.

warm blood,

savoring the dry dry earth,

enriched soil now,

sudden love.

Savoring victory,

a passionate death.

upon waking up...

I woke up this morning,
weak and frail.

Fear streamed and condensed.
Thunder ..... lightning struck.

Fear of not opening my eyes,
and not blinded by the
vibrant light.

Fear of not feeling the scourging rays of the sun,
caressing my face.

Fear of not kissing the fresh
morning breeze.

Fear prevailed...
thoughts conveyed...

Fear of moving on,
fear of destroying what's not..
.................................. even there.

Fear of facing truth,
.. the ordinary world,
... you,
life.

fear.....