People Watch.

I people watch their gestures
Their mannerism speaks
Glasses tipped low noses
A steady gaze of sleep
A finger pensive thinking
A dictionary view
A head tilt and a sigh
As tired, I am too!
I write
They read
I know
The journey leaves my feed
Who are they?
Shall I know?
A prayer to reap & to sow...?

March 20, 2015
12N

Invisible.

I found this poem that I wrote (a while ago) in a crumbled up piece of paper, in my bag:


tie me to a river and don't let me go
if it ever snows, at least one day I glowed
I touch someone, no physical
these eyes they bleed from thought
attack my wits underneath
my conscience, no love to mend
will lot allow me to subdue
will words throw sticks to stab and bruise
this was. . . now is, the very last time
the very last time, I think of you
the lines, the lies do not affect me
time, I do no longer see
the blue, the river I drowned in view
submerged in water, to hide the who
what I am
and why I cried. . .

let me float away
pass the stares
invisible
I want to go
I want to go
I want to go
Invisible.