Bluecusp Creative 
I’m not high, It’s just
The real me being reborn
Each day, a new sun.
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I send my embrace
Like a dad, with affection
And full of friendship
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Stop thinking. Observe
Everything reveals itself
Awaken your soul
“The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.
Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.”
Georg Trakl.
Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.
It’s when what you need
And I do not have, don’t match
Then it’s time for love…
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The wrinkles in my furrowed brow
Echo the unmade bed where we once lay
Squeezing into each others nooks and crannies
A brief history of time etched into the
Corners of my eyes
From which I remorsefully rub away
The grains of sand deposited
By the tears of my memories.
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Crush me like orange peel
Smear me all over your body
Rub me into your pores
And allow my fragrance to
Erase all of your frown lines
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At the feet of life
I sit patiently
With cupped hands
Waiting for an answer
To a question
I have yet to ask
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Oh Morpheus, Morpheus lull me to sleep
That I may dream myself anew
I long to sail on an Olive ship
Heading for that sacred place
Where the ocean turns to stars.
Cursed with a mischievous handkerchief
My personal Voldemort
This heart beats with such bitter anguish
The price of exclusivity, my Odette,
You’re the apple of this one eyed sap.
Those blood red petals staring down
Reveal betrayal on the battlefield of love
Fronds pouring from my eye
Weave a destiny like Indra’s net
A cacophony of reflections unveiled.
Just one drop of your white ambrosia
Is all that’s required to cross the rainbow
And reach the crystal castle far beyond
But like a bruised reed once crushed
Your fruit will no longer ripen.
Wearing your wings on my clipped feet
The white crane takes flight
Lifting me to that holy city in the west
Where the sun hovers above the wine dark sea
To remembrances of a love sublime.
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India you have ravished me
You have brought me to nought
Purged me, cleansed me
In the fires of your ghazals
Drifting ecstatically across
The funeral pyres of my heart.
I’ve sat in loneliness long enough
Orphaned from the joys of life
Stealing a grain of your Jaggery
I’ve recovered the sweetness of life
Surrendering to the richness
Of your ancient lands.
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