Willow Tree

Under the willow tree,

I still here laugh of thee

Mischievous eyes with innocent smile

The memories play hide and seek with me.

Under the willow tree,

Tearful love with open arms so wide

Little fingers painting walls so bright,

Not understanding the division walls make in life.


Shy Away…

The Sunbeam, hiding in street light

Shy Away give into sweet time

Memories..playing a new game

Shy Away the heart is flayed

Walking down the barley field

Naked feet my soul on a spree

Looking for the closure in time

The feeling to stay alive

Oh Life! When you intervene

Wondering why i’m so intrigued

Move on, Listen to Angel’s song

Shy Away…

The Mausoleum of Thoughts

In the paradigm of life everything is placed in order

The mechanism of which advises you to move forward

Any uncertain delays leaves heart pumping fast

A tear of rage bullies mind and shuns the warning cast

Hapless sit wringing hands waited to be interviewed

Alike disection the conscience probe leaving you to stew

Sitting in front of looking  glass, finding faults where they exist not

Each day the Granfather clock ticks,spending in ease precious time

Heard he not from the grapevine, that its soul of sloth

Everyday creating a new possibility trading reality in cost

Closest memory is a vain attempt to dream

Closeted fears floats the boat in irrational stream

Seemingly on every moment thesis is  formed

Gradual with maybe’s “And I belong but ..where?” question stalks

Complex webs the neverves forms inside the skin

Speaking a language, stuttering the good deeds and sin

Aftermath, is where the batttle is won or lost

And then he  moanfully  looks  at the mausoleum of thoughts.