My Poems:-

Burning Dreams (love and pain)

Love is just a burning dream,
I sleep with every night,
And wake with every morning.
Love is like a plane in flight,
An eagle in the sky,
That swoops without a warning.
So come with me,
To far off places that the eyes can't see,
Where we can be together.
So come with me,
Where purple flowers grow brightly in the sea,
Of time we call forever...

Pain is like that burning swell,
That Dante knew so well,
In vivid recollections.
Pain is like the virgin snow,
Before it touches ground,
In a world of imperfections.

Now I am floating high,
Above the mist of memories that is everyday.
In timeless zones we walk alone,
In pastel shades we love in the strangest ways......






Love in The Winter Snow (intense passion)

Lying on a carpet, of snow with flakes a falling.
Touching skin like frozen fingers, as they touch me oh so gently.
That my inner thighs feel warmth, and tingle with a calling.
So hot and wet of body and of mind.....

A cold north wind is blowing, as I paint your body slowly,
And my finger is a paintbrush, a kaleidescope of colour,
Missing nothing but the memories, and the future is not knowing.
But the present is the fire in the snow....

I feel a heat inside me, a burning wave of passion,
You can feel my loving caress, as you cascade like a river,
And the stars just twinkle down, in their multi-coloured fashion,
Gently glowing, and remembering it all......

Now many years have ended, and the present is the future,
In a field where snow is falling, two violets bloom together,
As a memory to the lovers whose love was not pretended,
And freedom is so much more than a word...........






Nightmares (From Childhood)

When I walk a street where only shadows cross,
And days are so lonely, just like the speckled frost.
Computer faces evereywhere, they seem to say that I don't care,
A painting by Van Gogh, in shades of green and pastel grey....

Where do they fly, as the wild geese hover high,
Soaring shadows, crossing rivers through the winter sky.
Flying high, like a rockets trail of light,
Fiery sparklers lost in time, a universal sight......

When I see the night smoke in my dreams.
Twisting bodies lost in time, a sad Egyptian queen.
Where is the love, floating curtains just above,
And silhouettes reflected in the glow, and window pane...

When the mist has cleared, and I stand alone,
A refugee in a foreign camp, a stranger on my own.
Where is my heart, the circus ends and we're apart,
A clown with many faces painted by the scars of day....

I only see the snow flaking in my mind,
Swirling image haunting me, of ghosts and of mankind.
It's a purple day, so I chase those dreams away,
And like Van Gogh, I leave my memories etched upon the ground.