Sky Scattered Stars

Hanging like a dying man:

Lunar light sphere –

Crimson harbinger, dread dealer

Of dream-filled night.

Do not take day away


For fear we may fall

Into nocturne figures –

Static silohettes to be stared upon

By massless masses –

Passing by, art lovers

Of sky scattered stars.




Create with me

This trajectory of souls

Along this skyless time

Craft this moment

Mirrored self by side

Like our ridiculous plans

We made under rain ravaged

Concrete roof –

So we can visit

As we please…

Sky Rises Above

Grey gossipers in the shadows,

Their faces are never seen,

Not anymore,

They left us out in the cold, forlorn…

They are skeletons made of glass,

Building, always building…


Real progress?

Or do I just digress?

They have made a web of red roses that I cannot pass,

Thorns digging deep in the grounded sky…

The sky is down here now,

There is no higher up…

The sky is sleeping-


Yet still-

I rise.

Cinder Sky

Dry Sky.

I look out, no one looks in.

White eyes of a faded person walking past,

Like a thousand lifetimes contain within a single soul.

A windowed world, framed for who?

The world is art, but not all of it,

Contrasts are everywhere,

Rich and poor walk side by side,

Even they don’t know who they are anymore.

Barriers have broken down,

The Berlin wall of society.

This is a good thing?

Opinion varies.

For when one thing crumbles, others do to.

Yet, if the world is disintegrating between our very fingers,

What are we standing on? 

Are we standing on the cinders of civilisation?

Or the beginning of a great world to be born?…

I Stand Alone.

I step through flowers in the rain,

Standing alone.

The rain pours, a million drops of silver.

Street lamps shine on the glistening fallings,

Like eyes of orange honey dripping, spreading through the watery air.

I look up,

into the above,

into the wet pinched globes rushing down.

I stare,

An abundance of glowing powers, some are dead,

but live on in our sight,

in our light.


Reflections of raindrops in each other,

All showing the powers of the infinite nocturnal sky.


Stand, look, stare and see-


The night is alive,

The stars are awake,

To the music of the skies.