Just another version of gladeTheir sharp thoughts lost the axe’s bladeWooden world requires a chopperWhere serpent becomes grasshopperArm-in-arm with arms; dice with deathAnt artilleries curse their breathFrom the poem: For Them

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

There is a whisper of light if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear Numb sky’s muteness leaves you hard of hearingSenses wish to fly feelings disappearing

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

The value of darkness can never be measuredif you don’t break its cheap spell secretly treasured

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

I never think of burning a starwhen I acquire certain sadnessattached by suspending from the top of a raging dark sky within my unnerving me.From the poem- Not A NightGazer

Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands

The blackness of black is so timid in front of all colors