doors & how they swing so far wide
like the gaping shadow
of a pair of lips waiting...

i wonder if you realized i felt the grace
of your arrow -- brushing so lovingly through
the flesh of my *****
& i couldn’t help but to smile

take it away from me, the flutter in my chest, the
residuals of your golden essence
sitting on the rim of modelos
& passenger seat of my monte carlo

when i watch the neutral tones of grainy film
seep into your oily features
i wish you would smile just a bit more

two lovers draped over this canvas
cast their passionate shadows over bedsheets,
pleasurable touches & a recipe for a sickly afterglow,
burning like the delicate backs of fireflies
bursting like a pearlescent bubble
chased by bitter aftertaste of longing

how i wish you knew
how much you made me feel
how my paints drip like honey
& form the lines that become you

when i breathe again the essence has vanished
like paint thinner on acrylic. honey replaced
with a spoonful of sugar
& i cross the street to meet you

suddenly the memory leaves no trace behind
& i can’t help but to trace the spot
where you once stood

Dear Universe,
I apologize for not reading
your messages before.
I just preferred to go
my own untraveled road.
You know me so well—

Youth, optimism
and stubbornness
were my strengths.
All these appearances
to decide for myself
with free will?
It was worth it.

Over the years,
I understood
that you are not my enemy.
You wished me to feel better,
and truly complete.
Now, I open your letters,
peacefully smiling,
without fear,
knowing I won’t find
false promises
or easy solutions.

You send me people,
situations, symbols, dreams,
and beautiful melodies,
carried by the solar wind—
that I take in surprising peace.
Even though,
sometimes it’s painful.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

America, the flawless mirage…
A masterpiece of cracks and fractures.
A kingdom of saints, yet shadows walk among them.
God, let this be an illusion—
For the weight of it crushes like a lover’s betrayal,
Like watching gold turn to dust in your hands.
Got me feeling less of a man.
Left watching and listening…
As the choir sings in tongues of fire,
Promising light while cursing us blind.
Their words drip like honey yet are thick with decay,
Sweet on the lips, but a poison that strangles our airways.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

Oh, America, the altar of ruin…
Where prophets sell solace for a hollow embrace.
Where the faithful kneel, yet their prayers go unanswered,
Drowned by the echoes of greed and disgrace.

Tell me, how do I stand tall in sinking sand?
How do I find faith with a ghost in my hands?
Got me feeling less of a man—
Like a broken piano that lost all its grandeur.
Like a slave crawling back to its master.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

I'm skipping stones across the lake
with my eyes closed
and now I can only see you
in a drunken dream.

I'm searching for the lost song
and the melody I knew
before your eyes had died.

the words I didn't say.
the strings of the lost cords
seated in sorrow, sometimes joy,
lost in tomorrow's rain,
found in a photo alblum.

the thinly stretched cords in 1/4 tones.
the rhythms from your heart beating.

the tender touch of vibrating strings.

To love? But whom?! There's nothing left—
Decay and ruin, dust and death.
Yet fools don't care—they're glad to hide,
With "partners" kneeling side by side,
Before the Evil, blind, beguiled,
Embracing lies with voices mild,
And dragging Hell so near, defiled...



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Lessons in Hell?! A wasted chore,
When souls decay forevermore!
Escape that pit—don’t wait, don’t stay…



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School

Children caged—behold the school,
Taught to bow to tyrants’ rule.
Slavery—"the adult way,"
Where mind and soul are shot as prey.

Targets, shattered—one by one,
'Till the light of thought is gone.
Dull and blind, they’re set to leave—
Trained to serve and to believe.



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A World Where the Herd Prevails

Brutes. Disgrace. No hope in sight.
Rotten world, devoid of light.
"Do not touch me—stay away!"
Satan rules in God’s display.



--- Total 4 poems. ---

Sleep always feels owed; one’s life
cannot be fully owned –
As we look for this complete rest, do you
rest your weariness on those you trust;

For even as sleep is the cousin of death;
would you still deny yourself true rest?

And do you deny the comfort of advice
from a true friend –
Or do you sleep on their words, under
the covers of your pride?