fragments (i call it robbery!)

We celebrate birth and mourn death. Although, it is always somebody else’s life and death but never our own?… You call it norm, I call it robbery!

waters of oceans curve shorelines tirelessly
into the face of land.
sands of deserts shifts mindlessly backwards
in search of original unity.
tears of rain roll from leaf to leaf
in the forest of decaying corpses…
…heartbeat of time…

…fearless drop into the waters…
…refuge in the raindrop…
…slip back into the cycle….

full moon in the bloody eclipse.
the lonely wolf howls
from the darkness of the night…
death prowls on the shadowy fringes of life
for weak, for lost, for lonely…

run! run! run!
for light, for life, for tomorrow
through the land of shadows,
though the shifting sands,
with the lonely beast
through the moonscape.


gravity of will holds the objects imprisoned…
gravity of love binds the spiral of escape
into the cycles of misery…