NOTHING MUCH

The sky with no clouds
The sun with no rays
The air with no wind
The sea without waves

A bird with no wings
A boy lost at play
An eye with no sparkle
A night without day

Sorrow wihout tears
Emotions in the sway
Tide after tide threaten
Will they go away?

Memory with no photos
When all was still OK
Now the truth is gnawing
In this state I stay

BATTLE WEARY

I soared above the mountains high
I plucked the stars and sparks of nigh
Yet now I flutter on fettered wings
The wind beneath stilled

Crash-landed on the moon
Devoid of sustenance
Empty at the core

Emptied

Where is the next filling station
That ttempts to replace my
Fountain of Youth?

I must rest and eat as Job
To be battle-ready for the next
Craggy Corner I may land

Yet the logger needs an oak to lie on,
the birds, nests
I stumble in the savanna,
My staff a hissing snake

BALLOON

Inflatable, excitable
Bloated bladder
Pumped by imagination
And hope which the human
Spirit lives on

In cicuses, fairs
I keep smiles on faces
I have a smiling face drawn
Yet I'm a mixture inside

Pricked a little here and there
Left alone after playtime
I shrink in a quiet corner
Slowly, living out my death
I am but empty inside
Sustained by random particles
Observing an unseen force
I am but a balloon

NIGHT (Adapted and translated)

Night.
A conflagration of emotions
My inner spirit exlaims to the ends
A futile cry to her head
That shall never turn again

Night.
I choke with regrets and pining
The phone craves to come alive
Yet the bridge of trust has already sunk

Night.
When ghouls and spirits linger
Life's reality is just as stark to them
A withered flower needs no grooming

Night.
It extincts just like this
Winds of fate have swept me off my feet
My world fades into reality

Night.
A spiritless period.

MIXED

What's the difference between dreams and
reality?
One lives out the impossible while the other
is an imposssible way of living.

Swept beneath the tides of time,
I become history
I feel myself changing; an unhalting process

When i descend into slumber, as if
Gargoyles' eyes lit with brimstone shimmer
At the strike of twelve
I prowl the empty city streets
Taking from dawn til dusk to decipher
What my senses try to deceive
From what emotive reality i perceive
The face so close to touch, so radiant,
Yet the cold glass offers only a rude shock
A cruel divide it is, but perhaps only to me.

THE SUN

Rises, destroying Cupid that wastes away as night fades
Signals to all life to live again
Its long slender arms extend, engulf
Man with searing sight, removing blight
Yet the sun is lonely, the world has
No space for another. Crystal balls
Scintillating with reflections of itself,
It sees no other for it gives sight.
It is dying to give life, it is but
a candle. Its love is great
And all-encompassing and
craves no praise

LAIF

Half-dead, living dead
This thread of light flickers
Swaying in the elements
Which punish the feeble and naive
Mocking the castle of love.
I weep not for life
Which i have not.
Nose pressed against this incubator of life
The sheets do not provide warmth
But threaten to expose lies
Which keep me alive.
I am a ticking time-bomb, red or white
It doesn't matter, i cough and sputter;
Defuse me quick if you can't stop time
Else i shall prove disaster