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Ebb Tide

Massive, gray, these leaden waves
bear their unchanging burden—
the sameness of each day to day

while the wind seems to struggle to say
something half-submerged planks at the mouth of the bay
might nuzzle limp seaweed to understand.

Now collapsing dull waves drain away
from the unenticing land;
shrieking gulls shadow fish through salt spray—
whitish streaks on a fogged silver mirror.

Sizzling lightning impresses its brand.
Unseen fingers scribble something in the wet sand.

Published by Southwest Review

No me ama mais

No me ama mais
Porque my dear friends
It leaves me sad
Knowing that you
No me ama mais
I am also feeling very sad
My dear friends
Now you had
Abandon me
And never came back
To see me again
Now I am living in
Isolation
And I lost touch of
The outside world
Also now I have to
Start all over
Making friends again
And it is not going
To be easy again

Rain, Then Rainbows

Yeah, I carried it so well. But that doesn't mean it wasn't heavy. It was too heavy, but still, I had to carry it anyway. I silently passed some beautiful places I deeply wished to enter and remain in, even for just a single day. I had dreamt of counting the distance between stars and chasing galaxies. But that dream was so distant from me, so I just sat in my room, drawing my dreams on paper. I watched the world around me moving so fast, and I longed to join them, but still, I had to observe it all through a window. I had seen many people—those I never thought would change—changing right

The Illusion of Choice

We are the oppressed,
trapped in an illusion —
it feels like we have a choice:
red pill or blue pill.

But we are caged;
our minds are too far gone.
It’s all a game.

They played smart.
We’re living in a monopoly.

But it’s only a matter of time.

So choose your player.
Wake up.
Question these choices.
Question the media.

Question the man in the mirror —
the one pulling strings behind your back.

Our suppressors,
our master —
the man with no face,
no name,
yet he knows everything about you.

Crazy, huh?

Mirror On Bliss

Laughter float lightly
over gurgling river
near the city bridge
almost human voice
to casual eardrums
for time passing
the world stops
but briefly a while
to rethink words
on future pages
to endorse contacts
those we are close
to are narrators
in whirlwind splash
ongoing light walk
greeting on foot
the faces of life
wrapped in urban
cloth and drive
spare a second
spare a  light
as the street scene
revels in its own
zest for life
mirror on bliss
hugs and love
each chance now
and fine forever

Ode to Silence

You drown out every noise, In stillness, we hear your voice. This is the seeker’s guide, For those in search of the truth. You open the door to the light, We emerge from the recalcitrant night, To find the treasures we seek And the pathway to Zion’s gate. You summon the elements; They gather together the fragments, Those pieces veiled in mystery, Separated by the watchmen. You dispel every confusion, Bringing in its proportionate infusion. There’s a wave of inspiration, A river of understanding. You call me, A traveller on a turbulent sea.

What I got to do for my Father

 What I got to do for my Father
To accept me

The way I am
I am praying every
Single night for my father
Before I go to sleep
I never miss a night
Praying
For my Father
Also I never let my
Father down
When I make a promise
I keep
I never broke it
Because that might make
My Father upset
And I am not planning
To make my Father upset
Because that would be
A wrong thing to do
My Father did a lot of
Good things for me
Now it is pay back time
I need to work together
To bring peace
Into so many people's lives

Oh Mariana!

Below the Pacific's cerulean veil,
lies the Mariana Trench, a whispered saga.
A chasm vast, where the light won't tread,
Where secrets lodge in silence wed.
Its walls are cloaked in infinite night,
a labyrinth unknown, bereft of sight.
Creatures of shadow and bioluminescent light,
Boom where pressure crushes all we know.
Much like the trench, a soul can sink,
to depths unseen where few would think.
A maze of thoughts, a fathomless marine,
Where echoes of pain and beauty verdict.
In the human heart, a bayou resides,

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