Victorious Defeat

I will love you tomorrow
If you ditch the helmets
and choose the crowns
And let your women bask in waves
Your children drink
the white exploits of dairy
And your offsprings know a legacy
I will love you
If you let the skies weep
only when it rains
And let the sun compete no more for glows
I will love you
If you let the temple molls sleep
If you plant only seeds
and not mines in the swards
And the things in orbits
are the ones that are meant to be
I will love you tomorrow
if the atmosphere is slack enough
for you lads to roam unhinged
And your garrisons go home
If you let us live today
I will love you tomorrow

Stagnate Changes

Maybe people will set feeble minds free
And give themselves a chance to ween
Maybe an epiphany will walk in
Without the usual trigger disaster

Maybe folks will ditch the theses
they pitched
And for once log into their hearts
Maybe they’ll stop the bickering
And return a decent man

Maybe the lion in the arena
Will stop roaring and show it’s face
Maybe none of these will be
And we’d still be fine with it all

Strikingly Obscure

The clouds are dingy
beyond the prairies
At the edge of vision
The brilliant vistas
have serene details
The gentle breezes
that pass by
They whisper lies
And the content of the arcades
should make you cringe
But you shudder
with elation
I shall not break this party
Though I’ve been to wonderland
I will remember the lore
But if I’d wish a thing
I’d wish you don’t try
For your sake
Don’t try
It’s a well-lit glamorous hole
Don’t try
It’s a rabbit hole

Peasant King


go to the king’s house

despite your cravings


There are no mouses

or spiders

You will be bitten

by reminders

of opulence

and splendor

A finger on the wall

will speak

asking what you have done

with the hands

that you were dealt

whilst the butlers come serving

some balms for your scalds

But have no remedies

for the scars

of memories

you can’t shake off

The perennial pain

you nurture alone


you can shake

the hands of time

as well as

those of the escorts

It is


the hands of

the green-eyed monster

that’s glued

to the creases

on your palms

Your palm never lies


The flexions of a king

never lies

Frozen Movies


Like grapes

in the territory

of grasshoppers

Like locusts

in the vicinity

of giants

Like giants

in the palm

mighty hands

The past

and the truth

are too immutable

The lies

and the future

are too unstable

All those who cry

do not shed tears

for the moment

Tears that pour

from invincible pain


from the past


in unscripted acts

replayed over

and again

by the indulgent

Only one escape

from what may be

and what has been

lies in what we do

here and beyond

Action cures grief

Inaction allays

no fears.

Calm Turbulence

I lie awake

Speaking mysteries

Only to the skies

They speak calmly

Whispering monotones

Serene changes

Except for their eyes

That blink and stare

Once crimson

Then yellow

But now the hues

have gone astray

The brilliant mellow

Won’t stay

Mind your budget

She says

Fix your gadgets

Adjust your bubble

You get to be

The boss of one

The sky won’t budge

And men won’t bend

The snow must fall

You be you

And that is all

You get to do