Your kisses were like honey
as I tasted them on the street
late at night
your embraces were like a silk scarf.

The world is a game
My life is a show
With more technology, less humanity
The fake becomes real
The real becomes fake
No amount of satire
Can erase this shame

I find peace
in solitude-
emptying my soul
into the crowds and
refilling with each
strike of the pen.
Rinse and repeat.

The wonder
The journey
The pathos
Knowing
Absorbing
The release.
Eclipse

All we need is darkness
for the natural selection of light
I watch the past as a travel show
the necessity or adversity ignites language,
different shapes of games, we like the power plays
of circle
let me be sealed in a wave
I want to descend to the faith of sand
to the Cro-Magno vision of words