Office

Ringing of the the day seeps,
and dilates the eyes,
Keeping the emotion of the surprise,
as blood boils with nerves,
Pulling the muscle to tension,
 the rivers of blood,
push through my skin,
 email after email,
drops my soul,
and continues to add heat,
until conception,
Of bubble and bubble of passion,
then settle,
to a flow of bliss,
and calming desire.

Life in a glass

I cannot define death,
But life is my dictionary of truth
It is only you who know
Truth is the guidance of the righteous
Yet, scarce in our worldly values

 Hope is all we have to hang on to
Like a wine glass soothing our anxiety
with  fermented elixir

Values have disapeared
like a ghost that only haunts us
yet it whispers in our ear
we ignore the the wind passing by
the wind is the  whispers of the past

wrestling the leaves and making us aware of life
sometimes we are deaf
to the life around us
yet those who do not see life
truly define death.