I walk in purple woods
Past the leaves of blue
On an orange path
That weaves gently through
The green mountain tops
Block the pink sun
The river runs red
As my dreams come undone


A California Christmas Twas the day before Christmas, And all through the landA California Christmas by ~Kavi-El
People were gathering, at the beach for a tan
The stockings were hung, by the water heater with care
As night came on, so did the air
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of play stations danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a late tofu snack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I called the police, to come see what was the matter
I went to the window, to look for strange cars
Tore open the blinds and peered through the bars
The moon shining off , the line of volovo's
Gave the lus


The Last Act What awaits us after death?The Last Act by ~Kavi-El
When we are aware of our mortality
Will it be like the final curtain
In a tragic play?
When all who have died are reunited
With the living?
When those we have wronged take center stage
And bow to a crowd on their feet
And those we have loved
Take our hands
In simple delight
Will it seem we have lived for nothing?
When we see all out victories and defeats swept aside
With the rising of that final curtain
Do they that have died stand waiting
Just outside of view
Waiting for the moment they will return
To take their final bows
Eternity is lost
Mortality trumped
With the closi


Guidance If an angel were to touchGuidance by ~Kavi-El
One so ordinary
Would I feel his fingertips
Or just the breeze against my face?
We long for heavenly guidance
And cower when it comes,
Hide our face in the shadows
Of our misdeeds.
If angels walked among us, like mortal man
What must they think?
We walk alone, talk alone;
Bear no contact with others.
We yearn to be taught,
And shun He that teaches.
We delight in darkness
And shudder when the sun rises in the sky.
If an angel were to touch
One so ordinary,
Would you feel his fingertips
Or turn your face away?
| I am a writer of poems/novels/short stories/ and most recently, comics! I can't draw, paint, scetch, or make convincing looking stick figures. I love the Lord (All the time!) my family (Most of the time!) and my friends (When their not pushing me into traffic) When I am not writing, working, or going to school, I like to: Hang out with friends (Nerds unite!) Play video games (Ownage!)I am addicted to the internet in various forms-I forum stalk, read web comics, and play any and every MMORPG and whatever other games i can download/play in the browser. Love Life, Hate Stupidity, Learn from Mistakes... most of the time, Lifetime member of NSS (National Sarcasm Society) Love to Laugh, Usually Caffienate, Friendly, Skeptical,Can't Spell, Loyal Friend, Grumpy in the AM, Up in the PM, Text/IM addict, Maker Uper of Words/Twister of Sayings: I am Kavi, and I wouldn't mind being friends |