art and wine

art and wine mix quite fine like rose and scent, ‘pon thy line, there your skin, just like mine, sits quietly among our noses.

gone with the wind

to beauty is what life we made, like lyric come, and winter fade, for whom this diamond we have bade, but love and lord and all his spade. by now his glory could have gone, from here to dawn, but she has stayed, and now we’re left with all the songs, and hymns and tomsContinue reading “gone with the wind”

as if for the first time

in everything there is an answer, in your smile; in his; in the way we laugh, when, like kids, we kiss…

Don’t Call Me A Sinner

This poem is dedicated to a persian poet by the name of Rumi. A poem I read from a new edition of a collection of his poetry called The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks inspired this poem. Everybody talks shit, I’m a shit talker too, When I see a fool do, What I never would!Continue reading “Don’t Call Me A Sinner”

Whirling in Circles!

Whirling in circles, that is my game, Wining and dining, sipping and laughing! Timing is nothing, but only a name, After this dance I’ll never be the same! This is my happiness, running in circles, Oh, of what else could this life be comprised? But of two of my dearest and nearest passions, Colors, likeContinue reading “Whirling in Circles!”

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