Insomniac Nights

(2) Don Quixote's Mask

Am I involuntarily attracted to those moments

of wearing Don Quixote's Mask.

Hesitatingly, I reject them ,

as they patently will not vanish with lust.

Moments that are in their attempts drive a mast,

but they are stronger than gust.

Moments that impose themselves,

as they harmonize themselves with a must.

Moments that collide the impediments

while dreams incite life to gnaw a crust.

I'll struggle with my face to discard the Mask ,

as my face will be a frust.

I am craving for a fence 

to defend what or who I trust.

 

Poetry Book : Insomniac Nights

(1) Chivalrous Encounter

When I face my face without a stain.

I  visualize a runner competing in a vain.

While foxes 're chasing it causing malicious pain,

it flees away to a sanction unbearing my brain

it encompasses itself in an impenetrable circle on a plane

it shreds all the papers framed by a compass without refrain.

it releases tears,fears ,and gears piercing this sanction with a crane.

it tramps,ramps,and cramps in a labyrinth when I flane.

it might bounce out of the frame to fall into a drain.

it strives to engrave its existence wishing to gain.

it mirrors aspirations haining moments of rain.