Stop cry, i do

I stand there, alone

with the roses in my hand

Like a child i smiled and cried

How difficult to say goodbye

I rather say Hi without any reply

Than accept your bye

I stand there by your side

On your quiet land

The roof of your hidden room

In marked ground by your name

I stand there, alone

tried to remember your face

Because i cant wake you from sleep

Talking how miss time we had

I m sorry for not being there

I stand there, alone

The clouds turn gloomy dark

But i have darker tears

My Morning rain

Pouring in pain 

Dropped

Fallen

Stained

on your bed

I stand there, close to you

A little smile on my face

Thinking you're free, finished the race

from cruel world tricky maze

The past worries flew

Holding faith warm

Now no more harm

To blink your mind

In this wood chamber

Sleep well my dear

Sleep by the underground arm

Laying roses for you

wont cry forever for you

My tears gone dried to cry

My prayers never let you alone

Company your days in woody home

Take all our times together with you

Will keep you alive in my breathe

Each breathe i breathing with you

Keeps us together

Till i hold my last breathe

Here, witnessed by whom read this

You've met your destiny

Walk through mystery gateway

The door of eternity to a new life

The real world is just began

Soon I will come for you

Stop cry, i do

Time run fast and still running

Be near to you

I am coming for You

Night comes again

When the golden light leaving the sky
Follow the sun, to the west hills it flies
Flying birds now return, reach home again
Slowly the shadow comes, kiss over the land
Shades of night
Blanket all in the dark 
So your eyes, closed for light
Don't give up or tired by today's fears
By my palm touch you softly with prayers
Leave your worry to sleep well, goodnight, dear
O Night comes again, 
Warrior of nights present with delightful smiles
Radiant spherical resonance glows you from miles
Lunar whispers in lullaby,trade your sad with happiness
Protect you from dark, shield in armor, made of light
Goodnight, sleep tight, no danger dares to you tonight
This supreme night
Pillow your mind with bubble dreams
Go high and absorb the moonlight beam
To lullaby you with a sweet dream story
Before come tomorrow rise with sun glory
And run and forget yesterday for new history
O Night comes again
Sparkling in the air, like fairies dancing in the sky
Scattering stars exist at night and gone in daylight
Their shadows in your eyes, blanket you warm in bravery
Remind you 'In the dark, a faint light bolder as brightest spark'
'Find bright in destiny, night help you search for purely'
Be brave always may tonight you gain spirit, and be free 
Don't sad if today breaks your heart
Release your mind, calm soul to back home
Next day will be another day, a new start
Wonderful life will come and past just gone
Ease your worry, come sleep, close your eyes
Just dream sweet, sleep well and goodnight

So happy to see you smile, 
Could be today life you enjoy so much
Still a lot surprises to discover tomorrow
But now Sleep well smile bright and goodnight
Tuck in patient, waiting for new day
Shades of night
Blanket all in the dark 
When the sun falling down
Nothing to lose in dark 
But to find strength without light
From east sun reborn, the end of night 
And run again for new life, make true your dream
Flying with the birds from nest and discover the day rest
Whispers will no end, my wish will reach you wherever you are
Because the night in every second, to remind the night walker
Where moon just come and comfort you anytime you want
For day will come, 
Till the light bring golden ray in warm
Let moonlight embrace you in night arm
Be with you, keep warm on your side
Before tomorrow good night, sleep sweet tonight
Sleep dear, dream high and smile as moon give to borrow

i wished you goodnight ..!!

Even day lose it bright sun, but not mean dark with moon is to cry, so dropp your sorrow, leave your worry because, in dark
there's a hint to rise again, to rest from all pains, to see another side of spirit that we neglected in daylight...this come with melody of lullaby .. if we lose in dark, keep believe there's a best way to give us the best things about life...it's a breakthrough method to find success as sometimes we never meet a big success before we meet big failure or dark ..
Bring it positive,  and like in our day, night also will go and sun will rise again so, the new day comes for new start...to make dream to be true where past nightmare it just nothing to scare..
So take care, Goodnight and sleep tight wherever you are
because every second, there's a place meet dark...by bright! 

The Clarity

Sometimes the clarity comes too late, to realize there was never any need for forgiveness and nothing to expiate
About the way we made our gracious farewells into works of art that would go on hurting forever. 
We had a genius back then for making death seem more beautiful than it is because we lived on the edge of things 
and not their surfaces and o if we'd only felt all those things 
that made us weep at the end 
Dying in doorways that were more cruel than any threshold we had to cross to stand there.
If only we could have felt those immensity of goodbye from the very beginning ...
what reason would we have had to cry like candles, when the wine turned back into water and the roses wiped their lipstick off on their leaves ..? 
One goes out. One goes in.
Because severance, no less than the dance takes two to make a difference and as the years go by the silver flakes off the memory of the mirror and you can see clear through to the other side .. experience is just another log you throw on the stars to keep yourself warm on a cold winter night .. by a small fire out in the open, where it's easier to sublimate 
the intensities of fate by opening the cages you keep them in
and burning your love feelings, 
like the flightfeathers of half forgotten songs,
to spread their wings in the flames
and give them the freedom to rise higher than the nest of ashes they were born in.
History isn't the muse the immeasurable mystery is and if you don't learn to let things go .. you'll never know 
how to live lyrically alone in the wild unbounded by your solitude by the side of a river whose flowers are dying. 
The green bough hisses and blisters in the fire .. but the cracks in the heartwood burn far into the night and give off way more heat in the autumn than the preemptive lightning strikes of spring. 
It's a rite of passage as old as migrating geese .. mournfully bearing souls south, whose bones have turned to dust 
to take all my prophetic skulls like moon rocks out of the house of the dead and arranging them into the ring of a firepit stand in the middle like the eternal flame of an unrepentant heretic to rekindle the dance, even among the skeletal shadows of a persecuted romance. 
Even in sorrow. 
Even in the silence of the great distances 
that add their aerial perspective to time.
Not to call ghosts back to a seance as if they could tell me anymore about death than I've already lived through 
but every year at the second full moon in October 
after the harvest is in and the scarecrow has come down off my cross 
and left it to the ravens of nevermore as a church
I stretch my heart out like a skin on a drum. 
Dressed in the plumage of solar flares
I enter a trance of firebirds that have long since disappeared back into the sun and like Icarus in eclipse or the last grasshopper who didn't take the advice of the ants to drag the leaves and wings of things piecemeal into a shelter to prepare for deeper separations yet to come.
I take my chances by the hand out here in the open and I dance. 
I dance with heresy. 
I dance with the angels and the demons that were martyred in the name of what is unforgiveable about my human nature 
and yet more sacred than the rain I dance for to put the war I dance for out.
I dance with whole asylums of noetic visionaries who went insane trying to explain me to myself like the origins of life on another planet.
And I dance again to the music of the women I've loved 
whether in pain or bliss 
whether I was hung by the tail 
like a plague rat over the abyss of my cannibalized emotions
like a famished snakepit or I fell sidereally under the spell of the fragrance of summer stars in their hair 
I dance not as if it were all worth it in the end but something inestimable to celebrate that gives the chartered undertakers pause about what they do for a living when they see how a poet can dance to the picture music of the crazy wisdom
that sings the dead up out of the earth to their feet 
without looking down from the mountaintops or back at the valleys behind ... 
to take the measure of their heart
to see if it's empty or full. 
I let the new moon feel the old moon's arms around it again
like the bright vacancy and dark abundance of what's joyfully absurd and playful about life whether it's doing a sword dance with words or dancing in blue heron feathers like a shaman among waterbirds longing for enlightenment like a tantric star map to break the jinx of their prayer wheels.
Or dancing to bullets like a greenhorn in the main street of nineteenth century .. or like me out here in the desert dark 
alone with six thousand visible stars eleven miles outside of Westport spreading my wings under the sign of the Eagle and the Scorpion going down in the west
to add my phoenix to the feathers of the burning sumac and grabbing the lightning lance of the thunderbirds 
like a serpent from their talons hold it up to the stars to the east and the west, like the wavelength of a crazy insight 
into the dark word of the living light that makes me dance my way ..
out of time 
out of place 
out of my mind 
without leaving anyone or anything behind.
Canto Della Terra

Under the dragon's wings

Sitting in the dark 
being who I am by acclamation. 
The solitude half memory, half exorcism. 
No one else ran for the position 
so I've settled on trying to live up empathetically 
to this person that's tried for so long to be me. 
The sound of the occasional car on Highway
in the deep of the desert six miles away 
puts its hand over its mouth.
Everything's a secret at this time of the night. 
And it occurs to me 
I've always been a stranger to myself.
The enigma in the doorway across the street.
My windows. My keys. My locks. even my old car
But always looking up at my own place 
as if someone else lived there instead of me.
A man with no return address on his homelessness. 
As if I were always catching a glimpse of myself 
going around the next corner 
and I'm the tail I'm trying to lose.
Or giving the occasional mirror 
caught totally off guard 
cold chills in passing 
like a ghost with unknown enterprises of its own.
My freedom enclosed 
within the sum of its limits 
I live in an elsewhere zone 
where the mystery of what I'm doing here 
goes to extremes 
like a tent city outside 
the vacancy of an unoccupied metropolis
of anti-social landlords
to prove I have a right 
to the portable threshold of my homelessness. 
I'm beached like a birch bark canoe
that isn't going anywhere 
on the shoals of my stream of consciousness
trying to figure out who's doing the saying 
and who's doing the listening.
Though most people think 
one is the spitting image of the other's reflection 
verbal expression is not thought
and you can't hear it before you say it.
Even too late for the drunks to be out 
I like the way the half-hearted moonlight 
interprets my face through its fingertips
as if I were having my portrait done in braille. 
What could that look like 
when you've connected all the dots 
if not an eclipse or a new moon? 
Take your pick.
And I may be somewhat out of touch 
with how dark things have become 
but I know this much 
this much at least I know.
Worse than despair .. more than your depressed 
is learning how not to care. 
I mean what have you got left 
when all's been said and done and gone 
if not for a few old reflexive delusions 
in a holy war of tribal mirages 
that have made a habit of your heart
just as drugs become the cosmology of junkies.
It's no more absurd 
to be left standing like an echo in a doorway 
long after the house has been torn down 
than it is to paint realistic watercolours in the rain
en plein air.
I thought I had a message once 
worthy of descending doves.
I could feel the wind under the dragon's wings 
open like the firedoor to a furnace full of prophets.
And the words were mine true enough
until I realized how much life like art 
is totally plagiarized from the medium it creates in
and how imperative it was 
to be reborn from your mother-tongue 
like a whole new language of evolving memes
if you want to be taken at your word 
even in hell as in heaven 
you know how to speak for yourself 
without resorting to paracletes 
even when you're persuasively certain 
no one can understand you,
Every word might contain a dead metaphor 
but when mine aren't demonically possessed
and speaking in tongues 
they're buzzing around the azaleas 
like hummingbirds and bees 
sipping black kool-aid in Jonestown. 
I start out writing like a new moon 
but by the time it's done with me 
I'm a total eclipse in an ink pot, 
indelibly. 
That's why I'm sitting here in the dark
trying not to adulterate the light 
with cosmic thoughts of all night streetlamps 
in an empty parking lot 
where everyone overpays a price
for their little square of time and space. 
I've got a digital alarm clock 
with three and a half numbers that glow in the dark 
like an informant trying to warn me 
before it's way too late for all of us 
to adjust my time-zone and dial it back.
To when? 
To when it was a better world? 
To when I was a better man? 
To the last chance I had to become one? 

Kingdom of the wind

Why does a humming bee
Secret the words
That we decline to trust
Why does he understand
The fledgling world; 
That we commend to dust.Is there not a flower
In the desert sand; 
That hasn't heard the hum
Is there not a bee on earth? 
Whose kingdom of the wind, 
Hasn't arisen from the sun: 

Throughout eternity

I'd rather have the thought of you 
To hold against my heart, 
My spirit to be taught of you 
With west winds blowing, 
Than all the warm caresses 
Of another love's bestowing, 
Or all the glories of the world 
In which you had no part. 
I'd rather have the theme of you 
To thread my nights and days, 
I'd rather have the dream of you 
With faint stars glowing, 
I'd rather have the want of you, 
Forever and forever and forever unconfessed 
Than claim the alien comfort 
Of any other's breast. 
That this should come to me! 
I'd rather have the hope of you, 
OH, I'd rather grope for you 
Within the great abyss 
Than claim another's kiss Alone 
I'd rather go my way 
Throughout eternity.

Goodbye

I've been loving you for so long
I've been dreaming of you all night long
I keep telling myself some other time
Maybe you will be mine
I keep asking myself why
Just because of this damn love I cry
And now I have to let you fly
Even if it means I'm going to die
I love you that's true
I want to be with you yes I do
I want to feel being loved by you
But that's just a dream that wont come true
Now my love it's time to say goodbye
I promise you will never see me cry
But before I let you go
I just want to say I love you so..

Time To say Goodbye

Between Love and friendship

Between love and friendship

I'm waving like a lost ship

Between black and white

Grey takes away my sight

Between doubt and certitude

How can I have such an attitude?

I no more bear the confusion

Tell me is it truth or illusion?

I was dreaming when there came

A strange feeling I can not name

Since long you've been my only mate

My soul only you can penetrate

Inside me only you can see

Like sugar in a cup of tea

Like the door knows the key

Like the flower waits the bee

Today it is clearly seen

In between I should never have been

To a strong feeling you were blind

Something your eyes no longer hide

To your best friend love you can fake

Not knowing my heart you can break

Almost .. Friend

As the cold wind of summer touches my face

Thoughts of you lingers on my head

When the times I kept myself inside a cage

I held myself back, and it's you I almost had

I almost have you every time I'm feeling down

You're almost here when I need you around

I hear your voice every time I hear a sound

Now an almost broken ME is what I found

From the day you tap my shoulders

Every star glows brighter

And in those glows I want to stay forever

Even if that means that I'll always be a dreamer

It happened so fast

I hope these good things last

You easily accepts me as your friend

I wish you'll stay that way ‘til the end

Again, I'm not asking for more

All I want is to keep you ‘til forevermore

‘because you're the only one that I adore

With you my soul seems to soar

You're like a star on a midnight sky

And like a wind that I cannot tie

Like a water that I cannot hold

In short, you're like a dream that I cannot mold

I know I have you

But like the earth, I cannot own you

because God made you similar to what I have to

So in my dreams is where I could only keep you

Though I can't always have what I wanted

With what you are giving, I am contented

Just constantly remember

That I'll always be by your side forever

From the moment that I loved you

I know chances are fewer than few

Consequences I must know

And my feelings must not show

But this secret is just so hard to hide

My heart is shouting from the inside

Once and for all, somehow I gotta to let you know

That my insane heart just can't let you go

Accept me or reject me

At least, at the very least I've made you see

Somebody's here who's better than he could be

Yet not given a chance to breathe free

Years from now whenever I will pause

While walking along the coast

I'll laugh and remember when I got hurt the most

By somebody that I had…almost!!

God, take me there !!!

As I search for your Saving grace,
I know one day I'll see your face.
Waiting is the hardest thing for me,
I know with you I will be so free.
You take me up and lay me back down,
I know with you I am and will be found.
I seek you each day and seek your name,
I am nothing without you or your Fame.
Waking with you, you give me power,
To make it another day and another hour.
Learning your word is oh so smart,
I love you God with all my heart.
You gave up for me all your life,
We could not stop all the strife.
Everyday I will always say,
I long to return to you one day.
Love me God and keep me strong,
Without you I can never get alone.
So hear my prayers as bring me peace,
My sins Oh God will slowly cease.
My heart is heavy and I am weak,
You love is strong as you speak.
Keep me safe at comforts arms,
Give me grace without any harm.
Give me eternity and take me home,

that day I will never be alone