A one-man army,
Foes being two hundred millions,
I won in an hour;
With no shield, no sword, no guns,
I built a realm in ten months.

A one-man kingdom,
All the gates and doors being locked,
I ate, drank and danced;
With no friend, no foe, no kin,
I slumbered all day and night.

A Life in a cell,
Seven heavens being in there,
I drooled for more lands;
With no mission, no vision,
I dreamed to build an empire.

The whole world is a lunatic asylum,
All human beings are insane;
I know this world is not mine,
Neither am I fallen.

I bathe in the sea of silence,
I surf on the murmuring waves;
I enjoy the jingling pebbles,
I sunbathe on the shining shore.

I listen to the twitter of loneliness,
I keep gazing at the fallen feathers;
I write lines of melancholy,
I enjoy all heavenly fruits.

My solitude is my heaven,
This world is not mine, neither am I fallen.

Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it

All Hallows Eve

Waxing Gibbous moon is bright
on this cool October night
making shadows in the trees
with the help of autumn’s breeze

strolling down a country lane
passing harvests on the wane
pumpkins huddled in a field
wait their turn to be revealed

Metamorphosis

In silent zeal an ego chases images of self
round about the center of its Id
a rodent knocking knick knacks from an overcrowded shelf
where relics of deceit are often hid

reflections in a mirror are but visions to the blind
peering into realms of inner space
hoping that some miracle of faith will help them find
long forgotten memories of face

Legacy

I have no feet to walk the earth
no fins to swim the sea
no wings to soar the sky above
my conscience bothers me

my brain is smaller than my soul
my heart beats way to fast
the blood that flows within my veins
was shed in ages past

Credo

As someone born in this great land
it’s time to rise and take a stand
tell one and all just how I feel
about the things I know are real

you cannot kill what does not die
and faith in God is not a lie
Democracy is not a crutch
America was built on such

Coquette

Absently she twirls a strand
of saffron colored hair
and peers at you with limpid baby blues
impossible to understand
yet vividly aware
that she is sending out misleading cues

Confession

Blood is falling once again
as tears of sacrificial rain
to heal the souls of those insane
and sing them into sleep

narrow is the path they walk
few can comprehend their talk
fewer still are those who mock
the covenants they keep

Memorial Day

Since first our nation came to be
bequeathed by sons of liberty
in many conflicts blood was shed
in many places rest our dead

on native soil or foreign lands
they paid what freedom oft demands
that all give some and some give all
so that democracy stands tall