Sine Pari Poet

Confusion creates illusion

monetary pollution,

social intrusion,

what to do now

school or shrew now

red or blue now…

Design of an artificial smile

awaits all the while

with stress to address

false stress to address

real stress to confess.

Restoring literature to life,

honesty to lies;

two worlds collide and combine–

the Writing of Life.

The excitement of

the intellectual high

is what I require

just to get by.

Diverse worlds of Silence

My Music

growing again after losing

confusing

my mind until I find a choosing

of my voice alone

bound in love and safety

danger and hate

fused to the fury of passion

he awaits.

Flower petals in danger

one twisted stranger

strides upon a wire

of words

still, waiting to  mute

the tune of his lute…

Silencing Whirling Funnels

clarifying my puddles

tunneling my struggles

enslaved to the cave?

Riding the train of emotional pain,

guiltless and freed of shame

on no one but myself

will I place the blame

upon falling

I stand again,

with My Friend

falling in pride

and Standing Again.

In convoluted, cloudy eyes

confusion will arise

brazen fireflies

vibrate Higher

“lower”

this view is mine

even if they say “it’s blind”

I will find

My Way.

The lights die down

a return to:

the absence of sound.