Naked Visions

As my eye’ see darker into the light, my mind understands the
time that has past

the mountains are glowing with dusty purpule airs

the sun is far too far from the mountains. above the heavens darkening fields, I can see a few stars shinning, and right in the calm before nature and me, birds flying has descended

insects and bugs starts with their chorus, now every step I take is
in focus, but soon the questions of the day will hunt me in bed
till then peace becomes a prey

but then the night is prettier than
the day, its blinks in green glitter where neons has been passing, its fields the pastures of grass with tiling mist, even spring water isn’t fresher than the sweat dew falling from leaves

the night is still like a crocodile hunting, its quiet like the words from the bible, nrat as a staw hut

but soon the light will walk on the sky with the sun on it’s hands and morning will dress my visions

The Untold Blues Of Poetry

Still in a dream a shadowy light marches through the mind and
mist my past with a dreamy fascination, it filled all the cold voices in my imaginations

through poetry, like a ghost vanishing without a trace untold expressions cast a shadow over my imaginations, in the medit of silence crept lines, lines so diverse you bet this lie is reherrsed

my poetic being is scribbling in my mind, my thoughts are quiet and magical like the death of my character, I could’nt move to skate on the pad, I’m thinking, my mind flickering with the poetry, even the lad in me is awake, my passion, my inspiration, but I know this story wont be told

Beneath the earth Poetry is a key to a peaceful world that lies deep
within the mysteries of peace, I layeth still composing this magical bliss of sweetness I will only witness

the noise in my stress is now silence, Poetry in my head is the very best piece I have ever
had

all I can here is the chaos of children with echos of laughter ringging out clear, like the sound in the flaps of a butterflies wing, I realise i’v just missed a poem, I
could’nt do much it got me prisoned for reason, that why I call it, The untold blues of Poetry…

NB:The best poem I have ever read is the one that only appeared in thought

The Untold Blues Of Poetry!