Poetry and Writings

I ate a dessert in the desert of Sahara As a deserter on the edge of the world, Man deserted in the vast unknown...

Only destination known to my heart Is somewhere far north Somewhere I'm far apart The people of my soul tribe The destiny that calls me straight The nightmare that I will leave behind The source of shining light that baths Me in warmth... I want to follow But I can't. Limited by laws of men.  Help me if you can. 

People are either lost Or greedy Or both The splendor is a delirium Of a naive mind The truth is beyond the shallow Not too friendly to a confused kind

Celebrating life Like no other form, Stable but uncertain What's the next step in this jive I'm the mural painter Capturing the sky Playing with these words Don't ask me 'why?'

Wisdom of the youth Is often over heard Foolishness of old Is regarded as words of wise All in this world is not as it may seem And even I am, mistaken from time to time But one thing that I have learned Is worth more than any dime Is that I rather listen to my own heart Than to those who shout and cry As oftenwise their points are equal to Nye

I don't want to be the reason she cries Some angels end in heaven But some other just miss  The paradise

Across the sea Across the ocean There has left no emotion I look a far and see no thing Worthy of reaching out  And claiming as my own