My Kaleidoscope

I look above through my honey-eyed kaleidoscope 
I see colours of my journeys form rainbow in the sky
it did not rain, no
it was not sunshiny either
but it was a loop of these that made it all better.

I close my eyes and a picture appear
of a place, of a land that I hold dear
there are greens and blue elements 
from amoebas to ancient men
they are not in suits and ties
nor a dress to cover their lies
but a uniform that's standardised.

I see every living thing as equal 
no prejudices, no conflicts, no killings 
no statuses and no rankings
only richly cultured beings inhabiting the earth.
And then I open my eyes...

Midnight Blues

At times,
I would like to think that my words are too delicate for another person's ear
that the air that I breathe would somehow be my invisible filter
a generator, for less of harsher dwellings
for comfort that soothes even the wildest beast.

At times,
I would rather dive in a sea emptied of its blue clear water
to feel the shrapnel of shattered glass broken from love letters of sailors
feeling the pain of being tied up in chains screaming for a sweet release 
until that moment, that bottle touches the shore into the hands of my beloved.

At other times, 
coffee would be an appreciable medium of companion
tea, on the other hand, makes me feel like I'm English
added by the clink-clanks of silver cutleries
being in a Starbucks' joint, writing this piece whispering sweet nothings is heaven to me.