Begging for scraps and a coin
I haven’t eaten since yesterday
I could survive another day or two
It won’t be the first time

When I can’t remember your exact words,
And search through the day,

Fishing for details,
It’s a neat game we’re playing,
Hide and seek with parts of me..

Somewhere deep inside
a feeling, I imagined,
It could be different
Colors were absent but, they existed..

I remember
A long time ago
Before work and socializing
Before college and sports

Before chasing after girls
Before books and ideas
Before my body and mind split
Before goals and purpose

My poetry is not all sunshine and rainbows
It’s torrential downpours
With lightning strikes
And uprooted trees
Tornadoes ripping through neighborhoods

‘The answers are all within you’
‘Learn to trust’
‘When you stop looking, you find’

A barrage of good ideas,
Totally uncalled for,
Is a rather funny thing..

Virtue, only for signalling
Work only to sell
Everyone is victim or predator
And "they" are always the problem

Stress is to be managed
Injuries just bandaged over
Knowledge must be patented
Healers hung on crosses

I was hit by cosmic powers
Entities that wanted to take my place
I took my time
And I tamed them all

I dance with the sun
The moon worships me
I have secrets in my core
That you will never know

Visible only
to a handful
of dreamers,
those couragous beings,

who despite their fears,
leave the door unlocked,
keep the flowers watered,
and the table set.