Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

From An Esoteric Perch

in your dire needy urges
made of sense or senseless
made of worth or worthless
made of energy or listless
made of logic or irrational
made of pleasure or pain
made to scream or in silence
made refined or gross

An Urge to See

In the tussle of life

In trying to be

A nature human, rife

Unlike birds flying free

As I sit back

Write my note down

It isn’t about what I lack

Though I may frown

Nonet: Poetic Brain

an idea seeping inside me
surfing through my brain’s thin fluids
untangled among the nerves
sending signals within