I love, yet I don't know who. I see her, yet I don't know her . I feel her closeness, yet I don't know how She steals the darkness of my being with a spotlight yet with permission. I know I love. I know she exists. But I don't know if love is it or the dream of love. All I know is that I will c...Read more

this time I choose to drift away by not echoing the sound of projection and reality deafening collision knot my own tongue and put my ego inside a cabinet afraid to catch any stray bullet for I am just another shard from a fractured image of relentless strive for ideal--

dancing madly theatrical display of a failure to contains the restricted choreos from a marionette that thrives by cutting all the strings methodically uncoordinated improvisation from the one who bleeds their finger what is a doll that won't coerced to acts like it should defiant, or broken? or swa...Read more

tens trillion strands of double helix structures that shared the burdens of existence driven and shaped add and absorb ruminating through all those remnants of once becoming a macrocosm inside this microcosm that audaciously declared that we were... book that writes itself while our ending outlined ...Read more

He had sung every note, whistled every tone, spoken every syllable, hummed every rhythm. He held it long enough to echo across the great forest— a hymn of loneliness, a call for companions. But it never returned, nor did he expect it to, for he was the last songstress bird, a cadence of willful e...Read more

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow But today, and right now To the river we row against its slithering flow Concealed fangs of the deep and shallow Between stones and drifting logs, our patched bow Forward through rattling cascade above or below Swirling along every bend, and each hasty stow Towa...Read more

weary swings, mended cracks wobbly gait, screaming joints a dive in, parts of the routine pulling out leftover bit of those glorious days spilled here and there amidst roar, and cough of the old tinkered exhaustion doesn't seep in it's always there— with each ups and downs a verdict car...Read more

on earliest shine of the morning sun at June 6th expectant hearts and excited crowds towering folded sails boxes of bland hardtack and sneaky barrels of rum visions bared, compass laid oi Oi oI OI captain hands on the wheel and whistle blew the folded sails unfurled wide seamen scramble screams good...Read more

So to speak Strength slowly seeps out Extrapolated small doubts Nihilist trains of thought Keep coming back and forth Rush or impulsive ruse And so I keep it reined Dearly beloved...

let me out...! said faceless gritty voice in my hollow numbskull within every swing deliberate hit and rough lines reminds me of a yellow square anthropomorphic sponge that once wielded the chisel me too come to answer the calls and unearth the figures inside this unpolished block from foreign qu...Read more

Like a moth that attracted to fire Once I fell for, the full moon I saw While downing my wine sip by sip In a sorrowful mood of loneliness With poems I tried to tell its beauty But still, it constantly revolves, unmoved With paintings I tried to capture its charm But its graceful glow, wanes ceasele...Read more

noble sweats, laborers bleed warmth welcome, exasperated sighs booked appointments, unexpected guest cry of a new life, helpless grief shiny leather shoes, barefoot steps demanded respect or earned pity through seasons of rain, and drought between the ringing bells, panic knocks prolonged hope or cu...Read more

breath of brief life stumped by gaze into the colourful past when the embryonic space contains condensed matter within the silent void waiting to bloom into divine fireworks even if ceaseless entropy cast its shadow we are but the scattered, improbable cosmic dust--

not a kind of lie to be seen but a facade I put on I know you know we're all the pretender that weaves through crowds that dance to a symphony enraptured — on a grandiose, deceitful stage called life

inside of me were-- roaring tempests erupting volcanoes chilling blizzards blistering desert and, decimating wars sorrow anger, grief... lament, hope, dream LOVE captivating memories lulling landscapes portraits of broken self mere objects of obsession but that's just who I am a mirage to be capt...Read more