Alliteration
of your name
is like
a poem.
It coos and cranes,
it makes me
feel sated
with cheeky bells on.
It makes my soul
feel quenched
when I sing it out
when you don’t show up.
I want to slide down
the lines
of your name
like it’s
a poem.
Give me a Zaza,
not a Zizi;
almost a Zissou,
never a Vossy.
For somebody, those are
the lines of truth,
but yours is a love oath
and the breeze
to me.
And I feel so jazzy!
It takes all of me
to give it away
back to you
for free.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
We're in a reality show,
Variables put on an LCD platter.
But here is the thing
With any live attraction for that matter:
It's just better
Nobody here pretends
to know
If they're being screened
or watching
or *******
or smuggling.
It's a challenge that's a freedom
Of a new democracy.
It stands for the swooping shots,
and stabbing words,
and daring brutes -
aye! aye! Come here!
Instinctually
We're tracing back the roots.
I see it has now turned back on us,
Illiterate or book-smart fools.
An unprovoked restraint,
Lurking too long,
Can only be so raw.
Like every reality, it’s not without
A remote control.
I’m shutting it down
as I can’t switch it off.
I’m coming in rounds,
Fed on good words.
I want my control back,
My illusion of bliss.
Severed head in the clouds,
hands are not typing this.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 7:41 AM UTC
These latencies
Of mine and yours,
At an mph speed,
Can only drag so much.
Up-and-coming causes
Of committees without agencies
Of time and power,
It unfolds precariously.
It struck me that
There's no best way
To micromanage or multitask,
I cannot prioritize a world,
The common ground beneath a porcelain vase.
So, I'm here to reason
In the hapless flow and fluid blast.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC
Never wonder, my friend,
how life is,
what's there for us,
cutting through it:
just imagine.
I still turn it on early,
and reckon it's never too late
to put some things to bed
whenever their time is due.
Their habits or mine,
you say?
Some are too common
to share,
as we used to.
Now the rain is salty again,
and it's our common loss,
but it's nobody's shame.
Or reversed,
I'm confused..
Or it seems so,
if you dare to speak on it
in simpler words.
In fact,
I hear some kind of blues rock in loops
when I turn it on.
Hopefulness measured with helplessness
as an act of overlapping ruse.
But I've never searched
for this kind of music
which makes me feel bruised.
Coldness seeps through
old bones and dark minds,
and it's easy to get used to it.
Listen to it, and it can sway you too!
May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC
From us it virtually generates,
a vivid dictionary entry form
it mimicks.
Gets to assess/anticipate storm,
bypassing sabotage
with emulation at its core
It clicks with us.
If one were to create
this paravessel
subject to pitfalls so critical,
its snappy truths would mislead
A whole review
that's faster than a line to read.
Does it mean that
i owe you nothing,
i still may dwell
on my valuable ****** experience?
These patterns seem
an oxymoron:
Efficient yet alarming.
If one were to contemplate
so peculiar a world,
Full of next-gen era
outlandish jobs,
Be based on this extrapolation
let it not.
I carry substance,
Although disproportionately,
Which you might overuse,
misjudge, or subjugate.
They meddle with it,
the tech-savvy reptiles.
We may further copypaste
and carry no substance
other than what we had
disproportionately created.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC
The questions are tolerated
sometimes
by your touch on the cheek,
my patting the lips
a lot.
Feels like ghosting
in public
on loop
even though making
logical chains
of bland lucrative words.
I am still needy for this
catechism
as if to dig gold,
but carefully try
NOT
to show it.
Whoop it up!
These south ethics
with no horizon
are lingering under your skin
when I let you worship
the parts of me
that can't be worthy
at all.
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
No exit explicit, no nothing.
Yet you made it outside,
burned too bright,
cast a spell.
A pigeon birdie stopped
by our window
bobbing of your passing
or else it was you
divested of your weights
before the flight.
You let us firm believe
we parted lightly,
if in the words we mouthed
or toasts of them frank
got to the wishing well.
As now remembering you,
you wanted our home an open house,
Us happily married and loving.
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
a quivering combust
from this disgrace:
in fuss speak low run fast
recover all you must
a key is now misplaced
them us them us
retaliate but never trust
the more you hate
the more to ask for
help
the more the less
alas
Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 4:47 PM UTC
could she be a literary pope,
signs on the pages arranged
into a Latin-like custom, out of ether
into that virtually diminishing world,
hands-on experience traded for nothing
but practice of high hopes to evolve,
making a difference that simple, effective,
measurable enough to reach.
instead could she dream of something real,
cold, sharp, plausible; stop saying to her
practise only what you preach
it's not a church therein
aching for some sanctuary
since she's on a steep slope.
with some bookish praise still echoing
high-brow bigotry far away
in messages too slow,
she knows only to be in the moment
there pages may feel shame,
money might talk loud,
augmented hands carry powers,
about to be contemporary gods.
could she be told a book is just a book?
shaking from within,
shaken to her core,
a lurking reality:
numbers of them biting the dust,
appeasing, retiring into nonsense
and whatnot,
they revel in everything
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 7:59 AM UTC
My amber, my emerald,
Come ring me.
These unencircled fingers
In thrall with you
Stay unassumed, almost daily.
I missed you way too long!
It's when the dream lingers,
Almost the end of night,
That I may put you on
These preppy pallid
Particles,
You my vibrant petites.
You can hardly
Lay there sheltered
In the box,
Cool and amorous.
What is part of you now,
Does it solidify in silver?
Are you cast in gold?
They say, humans
Absorb them too.
But you always shine
Embracing
Everything you do.
I'd just as soon
Come to be in you.
Oh, to contain substance
So virtually fluid!
It seems many a day
I am still in search of it (of you).
Why then you dissociate
Just like that,
Or is it from my dream?
That easy to be ****** in love.
Dec 18, 2022
Dec 18, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC