i see you in the silence
and the blanks of
mind. crazy how violence
says more about love
and its power. the contrast
is fading unlike your
eyebrows, and the last
drop of sanity hits the floor.
thoughts of you as
your actual presence,
because your absence has
finished its evanescence.

The wooden door that I used to knock
When I come running home from school
Is the very door that embraced me back
When life outside turned cruel.

The tall racks seemed a bit older
From ***** shoes which come and gone
The vases have turned decades colder
But didn't miss a lot of fun.

The tattered canvas painting
Survived countless humid nights
As our mutters echoed up the ceiling
That stopped when we turned off the lights.

The windows are clean but rusty
With the curtains that nimble still
Where I jumped around so carelessly
As I played Tarzan up the hill.

The lights have turned gloomy
But still have the warmth inside
Like what mom still shares with daddy
A true love that won't subside.

The kitchen sizzled endlessly
As we dine there day by day
The round table remained sturdy
Through the years we sit and pray.

There laid the old bicycle I rode
With my stubborn older brother
The puppets that have lively showed
By the hands of my elder sisters.

It seems I've flown years away
But my heart remained in here
Where it found the meaning to stay
With people I laughed and shed a tear.

A house can never be a home
Unless it is filled through seasons
With a love that grows in every loam
From the hearts that need no reasons.

There's something ecstatic
With the way you dribble your lips,
******* the silken corners of your teeth
Like a mirage of flickering sunbeams
Radiating from the foliage
Of two crimson river beds.

As your hand fumbles
Through your velvet hair
A mercurial hide explodes
Like a figment of the universe
Gateway to the distant worlds
Of wonders left unknown.

Those hazel pair of astral orbs
The origin of stars
Stare through and true
Piercing me without blades
Burning my body petrified
In an ephemeral ecstasy.

My soul flutters with the hymn
Of the fiddling zephyr
That strums to the beat of my heart
A pounce to my seething core
Emancipating a salvo of sensations
To an ethereal phantasm.

A dream that it never was
An episodic tale of this eclectic void
Of twisted reality
That snatches me to the depths
Of my wildest fabrications
A state of lucid insanity.