I knew it's going to be Pyrrhic,
To be tempted by your velvety skin.
Eyes capricious, like the bonfire, lit in a bright chill mezzanine.
They whisper in the cadence of passion,
Flutter onto the distant sea,
Becoming the words of Siren.
Now my soul is poised for the precarious jump,
Into your vaporous maze,
Searching for rigorous salvation.

2020.6.2
EZ

a moment is enough for a life,
for life is nothing,
but a moment in slowed motion
which you display in the theatre
built inside your head.
you display,
as the prolog
of your journey,
you travel
with your eyes closed.

she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon

Lightbulb melts the freezing air
Put it outside by the wall
Where the vine stretches tall
A book beneath the nightfall.

2017.8.13
EZ

Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Dark night would fit this place
Dim sight would add something to this moment

How long have you been away from suffering?
As you are creating suffering to yourself now.
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Flooding boredom

No chatty talking would sugarcoat this moment
I'm facing my decadent soul
And it's luminous past
How do I like the drowning I demanded?

2017.8.15
EZ