You see, that was just it.
You were like a tree, planted to stay.
While I was like the wind, blowing away.


-m.n.

Not near-sighted; not far-sighted

Just blinded by stupidity
By rich inhumanity
Lack of love in society

Absence of insight; omission of outsight

Just censored curiosity
Loss of credibility
Condemned abnormality

Futures foresighted; actions unsighted

The past, no punctuality
Death by immortality
Buried from reality

Helen, thy beauty is to me
  Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
  The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
  To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
  Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
  To the glory that was Greece,
To the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window niche,
  How statue-like I see thee stand,
  The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
  Are Holy Land!

Let me write you a love letter,
a letter to sing my heart out better
to pour my emotions
and express my commotions
so it goes...




















nothing! because that's what I felt
the moment you left,
As empty as this blank space
left alone in this phase..

Last night you were in my dreams
Gave passion with your screams
your body, a desired, wanted treasure
I took it hard, for my own pleasure
Lusting in a fever, loving so rough
You were begging but it wasn't enough
from the bed, down onto the hard floor
My need for you grew, I wanted more
Our desire, continued in the shower
As I used you in every way, every hour
But our wanting would not break
When alas, in a sweat, I did awake