You will visit
the
ball
where everyone's faces
will be covered with masks
and I won't be able to find
you.

My face too will be
underneath the mask
and someone else
will find
me.

After,
on my way to home
I discover the masks,

you're a ghost
I'm a liar.

At home
I take my clothes off.
I'm standing in front of god,
there's a mirror in front of
me,

dead as matter
alive as process

both indestructible.

waking up was an effort
a struggle of the senses
with a reach to my phone
I found it was mid afternoon
I thought what the hell?

next to me was a glass
clouded and half full
like my memory,
I stretched my thoughts
but only flashes and
glimpses came back to me

it had started well,
quiet drinks
bourbon and Cowgirls,
then Father O’Leary’s
with a dash
of Green Ginger wine
Tia Maria was there somewhere
and it all crept up and bit my ass
erasing parts of the night

spacial
lows

the seperate
apex
like a soulful fulcrum
under stress

the delicate
music
of this flex

calling
in its voice
of wavelength

the saturation depths
alight

If I was a comfort
in the feilds of snow
the scatter
of that haze

it was buried
drawn fast
beneath
the fury

lost chaste post
to the new age
orders
tucked neat

falling like the
orchid cold
fast of evening

a ghost of
colour

http://vocaroo.com/i/s094kBf4nFeh

frigid water
waves rocking
feeling the rhythm.
moving with the moon, distorting gravity
the oceans echo in my ears
forever crashing, endless heart beat.

the horizon swallowing sunset
swept away by the Pacific's,
icy November waters.
seagulls casting shadows on my skin
angels of death above
fluttering sunlight.

my lungs beckoning,
the salty waters.
this my baptism,
as well as my icy grave
ships and boats just passers by,
myself frozen in time

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

neon webs
bounce, the boom
a blended haze

saturday slinkers
crowding
burst of youthful lust

horns and hubbub
the splash and spill

drums pounding
deep into the wilds

the joint's gone high-octane

swelling
hot

joy's ragged edge
feral
uninhibited

exhilerating

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?

Let me be young again...
In the summer of my life...
in bikinis or without...
in seas wide and deep
and you will feel the rods inside out ...
as you will nod
and in ecstasy...
rebound only

if I could turn back the key...
the lock could open.easily ..
if you were as exotic
too...