A form of Expression

Here are a few poems that were written by me.
They each express a peice of my mind...
The Reader Vs The Author
His every intention,
to make clear and not obfuscate.
Veiled,
Yet still esoteric.
Almost every obscurity explored...
still seemingly lost.


The Toy
Long in length and purple in color
it's the simplicity of its nature
which keeps it non discrete.

Imprisoned by a girl
it remains hidden,
beneath the depths of deep,dark, and suffocating.

Eagerly yearning what it is rightfully owed
it reaches to be seen,
still maintaining its inconspicuous nature.

As if a serpent with nocturnal eyes,
she slithered to where it rest
carefully and cautiously.

A look to the left and a glance to the right,
no one saw the crime to which
she was about to commit.

A crime to the world ,
but satisfaction to a girl,
she now held the object of sin in the palm of her hands.

The Green Light
There was a shadowy glow from across the sound,
A green light.
One of the only fragments of light that could be apprehended byt the eye for miles.
It was dull,
It was faint,
but within its depths it possessed a form of hope.
Aesthetic and evanescent
yet inconceivably hypnotizing
and maliciously sly.
It was reminiscent of a fresh green breast of the new world,
which whispered the greatest of all human dreams.
Rich with harmonies it beated against the eardrums of some obscurity of human essence,
An aroused curiosity,an inexplicable, perplex enigmatic conundrum was he.
He listened attentively as the song played its way into his heart.
His dream must have seemed so close that he cloud hardly fail to grasp it...
He was now captive of the fallacious green light.