Collecting sea shells at the shore
rare and exotic with their vibrant colors
regal queen conch shell and cowries
sea shells from the mysterious depths of the ocean connecting the body and the spirit cruising through wandering souls
when playing death songs on my weeping violin to cry to I bid farewell to all the loved ones
All the books that have once been read to bring solace and consolation are now dusty and rusty in my mind
Compass… and the dice
Roll the dice and hide
Toll the bell and die
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
Finding ourselves amidst the confusing harmony ornamented by turns and trills, and wildly alternating loud and quiet notes
the unexpected rhythms travel to unexpected places in a chaotic order through clearly heard melodies of life
phases of the world, shifts...transitions
Transitioned, transitioning, transitions
Anticipated and unanticipated changes
Sometimes sophisticated, suave, and civilized, harmonious streams and passages of flowing strings
And at times abrupt, aback, shocking and drastic, giant strides
speed up and slow down in awe through
fueling catastrophes of exhaustion,
and all the good notes and colors, and flowers and poems, bottles of good wine amassed
all pleasures and pains will prevail
as the red carnations shall never wilt
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
The tulip has wilted in a hopelessly unfair...despair,
in a pink powder like weak fragility of partially disappeared shiny lipstick
dry, draggy and clumpy.
Many have been consumed and most have been lived through.
Kissed and drained.
Ornamented crowds have fleeted
and many have been lost
vanished and gone.
Wealth, health and glamour all expired with fleeing memories.
Shiny carnival glasses just hold worn out and deceased bodies leaving spirits aloof
skulls shall now smile inadvertently, not minding the sand running through the neck one hour after another
all the tulips, even the purple ones, have withered
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC
Beneath my skin and skull
Hidden smiles and lies,
Buried hopes and despairs.
I wander among the wrecks
and ruins of the war zone,
Posing for a photo with a few
friends-
And a couple of others who
have been here since the
beginning.
Beneath the surface of the
Earth is a perfect place to
restart.
Death is peaceful, quiet.
Perhaps, the best way to live.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
Blooming when no one ever immediately witnessed
Was it yesterday or today that the whole sky turned pink with tints of white paint
You turned my heart into a cherry blossom a whirl of candy floss laughs and smiles
Renewing my gray memories of love with
rosy balloons and red lipstick
Comfort, warmth, and passion
Smoothing all the cracks with compassion
and filling empty branches with a nurturing hope and revitalizing flushes of first love play-fullness
Spontaneously blooming contentment of joyful femininity
Turning the whole life into a happy sakura celebrating nature and the coming of spring bragging about how beautiful the world could be if all the barren souls awakened
We started all over again …fresh and new pink buds pushing through
Smiles, laughs and sakuras
A joviality of festive beauty in fruity and sweet flowery fragrances
Short it was too short…and sudden
All the flowers wilted
breathless and dehydrated in a drowning bath of fears and tears
Snow flakes of my soul
Weeping sakuras
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 8:37 PM UTC
Vanishing
vanities of life
eventually...
disappear
in the hands of those living
Skulls and roses
time and dice
and...
wilted flowers
all wry and dry
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 2:11 AM UTC
I have come back to you words
waking up from scattered dreams
beneath love lie lies
surrounded by the lonely dunes
had bads disguised
glittering shimmer soaked coals
pain like unfettered moors
shackles of despair
Feb 20, 2024
Feb 20, 2024 at 6:55 AM UTC
black leather fineness complements my shimmering legs
As we ride on the car to follow downtown city lights
Then you smile looking into my eyes
Mischievously, matching mall luminaries on the way beaming bright and brilliant
Laughing eyes under long lashes
Passing through the fleet of cars
We hold hands in the shadowy passage of time love whispers
Without uttering a single line
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 2:16 AM UTC
The leaky feeling of having lost you
Anytime I stand up to say a word
they flee back to my heart
sealing the truth
Congestion of woes
interferes with moments of life
how would things flow otherwise I think
it seems like there is no flap backwards
murmuring rhythms of the two of us
impair all forward flows
I watch us dance behind improperly closed doors
All is nothing but the seeping of your glittering heart.
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 6:01 AM UTC
A whole new direction in the meadow
Saddened trees and whys.
Saffron like shadows
spoiled grass and hollows
More of the same old
the maddening racing of my heart
Shaded against the sun
all trenches end up with you
journeys are all set off to find us
new versions of the two of
us but the same hows
everything is yellow
like in the Coldplay song
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 2:39 AM UTC