I touched the substance of your mind
It held me with velvet gloves
Near without touching
Rhythmic colours drifted
Talking was just a dream

There in our ways was an understanding
A lifetime of things to feel
Yet that touch will have to wait
There are thoughts that echo
They call my life to task
Why have I to be so
Though I never let you go.
I have never stayed by your side
I occupy all your realms.

A new wave poetry
Well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,
when poetry flows from seamless fathoms
none can critique on rhyme or rhythm,
this one emanated
as I scanned in ecstasy,
at some ones video so exotic
that my mind also became
equally erotic
thus I composed this so poetic,
ere I became neurotic

Her lips were red and occupied with giggles,
so I planted a wet one on her cheeks.
She said I was a coward,
so I kissed her on her lips to prove
I was a man.

I kissed her in a dream,
and sent her packing all the way back home,
just before sunrise.

She thought I lied,
she said I made it up.

but I did, I said,
for all my dreams are lies, you see?

untested waters
ripple,
strands of light
flash in the beauty
of my mind

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the past dwelt
in the corner
debilitating
disabling
untethering,
I was thrown
back in time

(bad happens
to the good
and the good
happens to the bad)

visiting sins
replayed in my head
reminding me
shaming me,
the circle went
around

but I remembered
the dashes of hope
the splashes of love
all that I had shared
all that I had lost