Siaynoq

I reached out into an ocean with eyes That seemed to me to be crystal clear. But I was the more deceived, For though the ocean was hypnotic and deep, Within its darkness there was no articulation Or coherent thought. And disappointment and despair took me then, For from afar I had glimpsed a glimmer of hope, And it had sparkled amidst the waves like jewels That glinted in the sun. And, my heart being lifted, I had dived without heed or thought of safety Into the tempestuous and primal waves, Thinking in my grand naivety that I had found My own likeness at last, amidst the rampant storm. But alas! I found no words within those

how does such a booming voice come from such a humble body? how does inspiration come from such timidity? “come on! just dance!” he conquered his fears so that you could move. his body cannot contain his passion. it flutters like a bird inside his chest, beating its wings against the iron bars of inhibition. but now, he moves, albeit not very well – his body jerks this way and that, like a marionette, in thrall to the emotion which courses like the perfect drug through his mortal veins. move with him, and ignore his clumsy passion – his words and his rhythms make it insignificant. follow his ex

A star of silver set upon a raven brow Shines in farewell towards the bulging prow Of a ship that sails towards the mighty Sea, And a husband standing tall so all might see, That sons of Kings fear no waves or wrath, Of ocean spirits tossing brine into their path. And from a face of ice and stone, a tear escapes; As water trickles from the thawing of snow flakes; And eyes burn forth as though from inner fuel, So that for once they put to shame the jewel That like a cynosure or liquid moon upon the earth, Doth like to dim the eyes that gaze upon the surf. And cast in gold relief by a rising morning sun, Under a cerulean

Who am I today, Now that the husk of yesterdays Me has been shed, and faded away? I have a face for every day - Thirty-one in all, But only a few are shining through, And the rest await their call. I may oscillate, but I mostly stay the same – Stay with me now, for I am here, Though the moon may wax and wane A dozen times throughout the year. I must balance my scales And find some peace within this mind, Before my endurance gutters and fails, And my polarities fail to entwine.