under these blue sky rays
swims deep in her oceans' gaze
loves is this blissful haze
I will love you always

Ever since man has been conscious, he has been aware of it a little: here, it seems as if everything has suddenly ceased to exist, has been ruined, has been destroyed, as if there is no way to go anywhere or escape from here, because the whole big World is totally ruined. Nothing is and cannot be in rock-solid order anymore. It is as if not only the cells, organs, but also the driving springs of the internal body responsible for digestion, which also operate the heart acting as a pump, are deliberately becoming heavier.

And already – without a doubt – the tiny vibrations of the soul still move themselves faithfully, perhaps the dog no longer even pays attention to them. The inner longing torments the man's guts more and more; to go or to remain still for a few more ownerless, uninhabited decades, until we are no longer forty but fifty or sixty years old, and the piles of feces of our dreams and plans intended for realization dissolve into old men.

There is rarely a way out of the tingling grip of enormous lead weights, because sooner or later, one way or another, one must necessarily perish unworthy among the mists of gray, mortal dawn. The latent Lack grafted into Nothingness can still be held to an infinite account, because it would always interrupt, cut off the conscious realization to which man would generally still cling. Should we be left to rot, so that the eternal-childish fear and anxiety boil halfway?!

A touching tide of phrases of nauseating, nauseating speeches; that how much easier it would be if I-Time could be somehow expanded, although it is universally known that it is all in vain, because a single day only has 24 hours, and because there are many people for whom even 36 hours are becoming less and less!

I don't know
whether its meaningful
at all,
I sometimes
doesn't understand
at all.
A question,
maybe the one
that was waiting
at your door step
for you to
open,
or,
maybe
the one
that was in
the distant lands
which you dared not
to seek:
Still a question
for you to answer...
Imagine a ball
standing alone,
three forces acting
along a same plane,
in different
directions,
one nameed yes,
and another named no,
the other unknown-
Imagine
it has no motion,
all still and quiet,
a ball at
equilibrium.
Apart from yes and no,
the third, the unknown,
that holds peace
for all,
should be
opposite to
the one in
between
yes and no...
Same size,
same shape,
just a slight
change in direction...
So,
what if there is
always a choice,
that we do not see,
unless we think
differently?
Something
that we do not
expect?
Is it all
because of
our thinking
pattern?
Just a question,
Think twice...

busy hands.
crowded rooms.
thoughts racing.

still,
he’s here,
in the corner
of my mind,
in the air
i breathe.

soft.
steady.
mine.

even when
the day forgets me,
he remembers.

his love,
a love that lingers.

Struck by a freight on the freeway,
In pieces and stunned.

She said you died,
How did you die,
Nothing but violent,
Bloodied til you cried
Choking to get by.

Punctured and crushed.
. . .
I hope Heaven's lush.
. . .
I'll miss you this much.
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
This much.

I hope Heaven's lush,
Your bedding plush,
Warm n' safe in the brush.