WHOPEEEEEEEEEEEE :)

it is time now to put to rest
this feeling of immenseness,
the practical me
urges to savor and keep
this hope and energy
for realisation of dreams
as it helps each fetter drop
one by two by three
till there are none.
its like i'm a kid and have opened
a can of WHOPEEEEEEEEEEEE :)

I feel invincible

there is this feeling
that something is brewing
concocting greatness inside of me
it is still unprepared to come outside
it waits for the moment
to step out into the light
it fosters feelings of hope and brightness
bathing everything in an aura of lightness
it makes my thoughts start to race
my mind tries hard to keep a pace
anything is possible in this present light
all we need is the fire to ignite

Mountainview, CA

i've had a vision of me
in a sun bathed valley
in khakee pants
and a white t-shirt
handling kids of diff sorts
is this my fate ?
my luck? my destiny?
no its more its the evening that entices me
for then I see myself at work
real this time
the kind that makes marks
sitting at my desk typing away
I write my mind for others to follow
a new philosophy?
a new take on life?
who cares
i will write and they will follow
in ad-oring hoardes
till i grow tired and that is when i'll retire
to the sun kissed vales
of retired california

Black Hole

1.2 miles to roam free
to collide with others
to make energy
freedom yet set in
STERN's decree
hoping to help
emanate darkness
create the dark matter
which helped create
this universe
and yet if mathematics goes wrong
i fear most that blackness will resound
things will collapse on themselves
till the fastest of objects
even light cannot escape

freedom at 80mph

miles miles away
miles still to go
as the power lines sway
foot on the pedal
breeze on the shield
roaring ahead to eternity
post after post
holding all in place
or else the landscape around
would melt and escape
green blurs with a dark line
where road join life
on the highway side
curved turns
at 75
a few mins of powerlessness
the freedom to glide
a few mins of fear of no control
and back again
foot on the pedal raging on.

Glory Box

slip slide slink in shadow
lips hands legs skin
right down to marrow
shivers and sighs
pent up energy
forced into five mins
of cringing pleasure
every pore alive
every sense tensed
for the final release
sightless formless
the O of sensuality