THE KNOWLEDGE

I am the glowing phoenix, the iolite phoenix,
the blue flame, the evolving child;
I am eternity summed up in the finite,
The flame that burns when the embers grow cold,

I'LL WRITE AGAIN

The lightening flash,
No thunders splash,
And then it comes,
A little rumbling noise,

THE GRAIN AND THE SEA

Time has not been with me,

As if twenty four hours isn't enough,

It's been forever I last stopped to write,

But then i remembered, time does not wait in flight,

THE EVENING

Oh sun, who your light from heaven does shine,
And part the clouds so your rays day give,
Like the light of God, that on men does shine,

THE NOTHING THAT IS EVERYTHING

It's becoming harder to organize my thoughts,

To pen down my ideas in a form to be understood,

The sadness lies in knowing what to say,

But not knowing how to say or mould it,

DREAMLESS NIGHT

Nights when the sky looks old,of the stars bereft, the moon gone,

Nights when before lost in slumber's grasp, day is a dream,

I lie as I fell, and of the day can't tell,

THIS BEAUTY THAT IS NIGHT

You sit and listen, and try to lay in.
The air is cold, the stars glisten.
You hear the chirping, and in gliding,

You can almost swear,

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LET ME BE A NEEDLE AND A LITTLE OF WATER

Mostly I write by night, that's when the world is most quiet,
But tonight, I'll play a little pretend and pretend this is day,
That I'm sitting by a glittering creek by eve',
And that the sun has turned her

A WALK WITH THE MOON

I took a walk with the moon,
She was nowhere to be seen,
Seems so long, forever maybe,
How long it has

A PRAYER

Those days I awoke from slumber,
And prayed not a Thank you,
Those nights after hours number,
And I breathed no Thank

THE JOURNEY

Walking trees, standing clouds,
I still find it amazing, that trees can walk,
It makes me wonder, if they talk too.

I look and look, and I'm hypnotized by

YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT I'M SAYING

It's 1:04am, I'm thinkin of so many things,
I want to write, i'm still wondering what,
It's 1:06am, and I'm thinking,
 "hey what was that I usually

FOR THE ONES WHO KNOW

I know i've read many a poem,
Of love, of pain, of tenderness and gain,
I know i've read many a poem,
Where beauty becomes beast and love births

I DECIDED TO WRITE

By the time you're through reading this poem,
you'll find you've gained nothing,
i just decided to write.

I'm on a

GOODNIGHT

Let me a brief description of this night give,
Cold, dark, quiet but the sound of the wind,
And the trickling drop of the rain kissing the earth,
I believe it's called a drizzle, the

CLASSICAL

It was silence, it started with silence,
then it became a hum, rising and falling, the most beautiful voices,
then it seemed like i heard voices,