Skyting

Push your board around me,

And with your blue shirt

be my sky!

Wave your blond hairs at me,

And with your blue eyes

see my sky!

Pull me to yourself every time you turn

Lets lock our eyes to each

of our sky!

Show what you can do,

And with your skate

move our sky!

Like a ballet turn around herself, I turn

For you are the princess

of my sky!

With your innocent smile,

And with your warm hands, you

make me fly!

Is (I and plural s)

Everywhere was dark,

And the life was without an ark.

My eyes were already closed

To see all my Is’ are apposed.

 

One dream had many players,

One player had many dreams.

Hence the first was, is, and will

Be the same as the last.

From my closed eyes came this poem,

From my poem came I.

Like Tupac have said,

All Is on me.

And I am, and all the Is behold me.

 

Take heart in this phenomenon,

I am, and all there is.

Range of Oranges

Your presence is like a New Summer,

You send my cold heart a sirocco.

It is when a local from Erzurum

Drinks its tea with Lemon,

Or when a Satsuma tree blossoms in Japan.

Kumquat is the colour of your hair,

And I am at peace with your Koji eyes.

Until this summer ends,

Your Grapefruits will ripen.

I wonder if you will let me taste them?

Foliage of Tree of Life

We, humans, dwell in time.

Our hands delve the roots

So deep as well that we,

By heart, shelve the knowledge.

Thus I tell a secret

Of the twelve is this:

“Number 12 is the code of Tree of Knowledge, and from its root springs out Tree of Life, the 13th. Without knowledge none can find the life, and as humans we live, not because we found it, but because we are the foliage of Tree of Life. With the wind, we dance.”

Power of my Right

Let me tell you how she comes

Like she came into being.

With her blue eyes,

She sits next to me.

 

A prey in fault is she

For my look pierces her heart.

She should not have sat there

In the first place.

In the first place of thought

She should have sat instead.

 

Now that she already sat

Can never change where she is set.

Caught in the web of my write,

She can never leave apart,

Nor escape.

A portion of my deserve,

No one is dared to observe.

I, like any spider, will not let her go.

Blink of an Eye

Some things that we strive

Comes true through our contrive.

Like a man whose hand rests

On the works he creates.

Then are we not to think,

To be, and to blink?

Hence, the eye be focused on horizon

To see the sun is uprisen.

An Approach

A woman from my neighbourhood

Had a yellow hood.

She made a courteous bow, so low,

Sweeping the webs of my heart with her blow.

For she was gentle and fragile,

To my heart she reached in agile.

Upon her removal of her hood fair,

Were released her beautiful blonde hair.

All the lions envied her hair which is to them her mane.

And all the horses reared up in front of her domain,

To give respect they waved their mane.

 

Like a fairytale the scenery was,

It sparked in me the approach to her hawse.

Would she let me, nobody knows.

Vibe It or Wipe It

I love the stars above

     And the world is over me.

I love the earth under my feet

     And the clouds are beneath me.

Sky is not the limit,

     Nor the globe is the stage.

To be and not to be

     Is the limit.

So be it, or be it not,

     One cannot decide.

The decisions come after we be,

     To bind us in time.

Hence with time,

     We be not.

     We be n’t.

     Vibin it.

Secrecy of Love

I love. I love when you are who

You are.

I can only love you when I am who

You are.

Love and loving you are different.

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When I am who I am, I love even if

You are not.

Look, how my love surpasses who

You are.

And I, Myself, overcome

My Love.

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If you dare understand,

Tell me whether I am who I am or I, Myself.

Can you even distinguish between these?

Let me tell you:

When I tell you, I am who I am,

I affirm Myself.

When I tell you, I, Myself,

I emphasise on the subject, I.

Affirmation is when I brought something deep out, and showcase

You.

Emphasise is when I brought you down deep to showcase

I.

What I showcase is omnipresent, whether deep or shallow.

When I am who

You are,

You are omnipresent, too!

Even in the state of I am not is where

I am.

If you conceive this, then

You are,

Even if

You are not.

Riddle of Art

Though art is fie,

Thou art fiery!

Sorrow thy heart,

And follow my depart.

Pierce my Spirit

for fierce is thy light,

Thou willst surely lit!