The Sinner's Paradise

As I sit by the window
and watch the sun go down,
down the cliff, the glittering waters fall
they've always stopped my frown

As I see the greens extending towards the horizon,
I see an angel gliding through the fields,
her beauty shines through as much as the sun,
the purity and the whiteness, it is love revealed

Her hair catches the flowing wind
Her hands make a slow breeze
I forget that I've sinned
as her gracious steps make the time freeze

She comes near, now closer to love I am
My hands on her hips
her kiss on my lips, a permanent ecstasy
I can't help but believe, real is this fantasy

She holds my hand
and caresses me tender,
but since I'm a sinner
why did God send her?

I'm lost in the trance
wanting the magic to continue,
but she's got to go, she's called back above
she whispers to me
"I am your angel
who's been looking for a chance
to replace your heart of hatred, with the heart of Love"

She lets go of my hand
and glides away into the sky,
She looks back with her diamond eye gaze
assuring me that
she'll be back soon, in a new phase

I rub my eyes and wake up from the beautiful dream

realize that the lost paradise awaits the sinner,
but the warmth in my heart confirms that God resides in me

so I'm ready to start again as a humble beginner.

The Drummer

A song was being played in the background. Two typical beats per second. The process was continuous. They all enjoyed and swayed to the song untill an aberration was heard. It was an extra beat. "Where did it come from?" They all wondered in unison.
"How did that transpire?" Most of them asked. "Was the sound unprecedented?" asked the others expressing panic.

She was unmoved and serene. She hardly bothered. "I have a different question," she announced,
"I wonder who the drummer was."

SkEtcH mE

lying down trying to figure out
me and myself
all i have are doubts
stuck in a corner with no help

trying to collect
pieces broken of the past,
to figure out myself
of a known me last

can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made

down and frayed
lost and never found,
though i prayed
hope never made a sound

weeks gone by
with nothing to remember,
can ticking time be a lie
like this onset of cold december?

free yet caged,
moving but still,
feeling yet numb,
is this HIS will?

can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made

in the light i lay
but wander still in the dark,
once bright as a sunny day
searching now for the lost spark

once i knew me
and knew myself,
now there's many me
and i can't find myself

can u sketch me?
even now a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
i'm a sketch once made