A beautiful dream

intoxicating incense in my room,
a pink flower lying beside me
He kept looking ,
smiling and telling her she was beautiful
folded elbows, carefree talks,
gazing in her eyes for an instant or an eternity

in-between coffee sips we make time,
to casually kiss
like it means nothing,
maybe it doesn't,
or maybe it means everything,
maybe my thoughts are confused
but my eyes see you eyeing,
I see the color in your cheeks,
when I slide my fingers over yours,
and plant soft kissed on your hands
your smile is high and rising
A dream came true in this dream,
a beautiful soul to which he must adapt
you are eyes and mind,
and words over words,
and no one can love enough
to deserve a soul as beautiful as you.

rain memories

In the land of rain i live and i love it
the smell is engulfing me-that erotic smell.
This is that time of the year a bit early though.
Brings back all those sweet memories.
those beautiful memories
there's a place i miss so immensely that i cant even bring myself to tell you about it...that and i can't remember being there.i think that i have cried in the past couple of days over some such silliness that left my life so hollow feeling.Now..this ain't a poem
it isn't a story it isn't anything creative
i hope that i'm dumb sometimes and i just don't see the shit.
Einstein said that imagination is more important that intelligence
i believe him but i also imagine that i'm careening along a narrow desert road at 110 mph wanting to be struck down to die in this abysmal dry heat of a blistering afternoons paranoia and not have to worry about the beauty being eroded away by what i'm told is the way things are

f*** you i'm dead too & i have no one to drink a toast to my death with
fuck this the days get sooooo short around here whenever i think that the rain is my dearest friend

i miss her all the time
what is wrong with me
nothing i'm fine
and you ?




i find it so comforting that one day none of this will matter