Should be dead by now,

These thoughts

Shamed by the harsh light of the day.

But even the night is no haven,

For as I hide

There in the necropolis

of my broken dreams,

Your specter beckons

And impregnates me-

verse of gloom  given birth,

ghostly beat resurrected.



This bed should be the grave.

But even sleep you own-

Your name engraved

On the epitaph.

Reverie you claim-

Your story is the dismal chanting

on every corner.



And rising in the morning

Is like of a starved vampire.

No satiety is found,

For everyone walks now

Under the daylight

With cold hearts,

Including you.

Naughty imps on their eyes,

Cruel devils on their heads,

Cunning wizards on their lips.

Their violence I feel,

Harboring on silence.

World is a big necropolis,

In the guise of a glinting metropolis.



I wish to mourn,

Shed more tears,

But redemption never comes

To this warm heart

Molded it self to be filled by you.

For the way to the fire

It sought but never had,

Is bound down, down and down.

Devouring it like a quicksand

But never grants death nor life.



If time comes

That it turn to snowy pulse

Like those of the dead of the day,

Will your tears and the roses

Finally be offered mine?

A whole piece of cake

In exchange to a slice of your head,

Fed you with excessive sweetness

And made me famish for your entire mind.


I recall the nights

Of your faraway look almost imperceptible,

The riddle of your smile

And your tales of departure.

With nicotine on your lips

And caffeine on mine,

I was the silent listener

Of your careless narrative.


Such brief moments harbored inside me,

When like your furtive grin

And sly glances, ensnared my thoughts

Craving more from fragments of your soul.


As time made its scarcity known

And fondness its urgent manifestation,

The sugar note and saccharine gift

Snatched you completely away from me.


Today in coffee city

Alone or with company,

I relive a fraction of yesterday

Out of the same blend of coffee

And from the small portion of the same cake flavor.


Smoke from cigars fills the air

Like wispy apparition of yours

I make out on every stranger’s face

Across the other tables.

A sip of coffee and a bit of cake

Serve as reminders if not comfort

Of how little you cared to say goodbye,

Leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.


I stir this cup

Divining the future,

And all I see is my self.

Over the counter today and tomorrow

My Italian tongue says, “Tiramisu.”

As my English heart whispers, “Pick me up.”


Maybe then as liquids turn

And as circles run.

I will find my own reflection

In your staring eyes.

You and I are

The embodiment of Love.

You are the bright shade

And I am the dark hue.



Embraced it or shove it,

He is enamored to both of us.

No matter how

Different and incomparable.



He sees us in two vantage points.

Either the dream of yesterday

Or the vision of tomorrow;

As he is our gift of today.



It was all about who he grants

His focus we both delight in.

Can we be merry

To share in the reflection?

Parking lots are empty

Streets dragging the sun in silence.

But my mind and heart do their labor

Remaining to be occupied by you.

See me singing and dancing on the floor

But maybe hear me make no sound.



In here to fill the space of uncertainty,

Urgency passes by in short notice.

Waiting calls from men of need

Disregarding what made sacred to this day.

Just like how you stole my soul of reasons

I’m buying back with my spirit of trust.



Clocks of the World in perpetual ticking,

Golden Cat catching luck hovering in the air.

I’m wanting to break the monotony

Of my monogamous thoughts of you.

Wishing for a holiday, of short eclipses in the afternoon;

Yet you outshine them all in my darkest hours.



Sad truth, you don’t send me flowers at work,

Or love notes to cheer me up in the morning.

All I have is your sweet memory for comfort

Written in a thousand forms without end.

Just like the butterfly outside the window,

Kissing the redolent mark left by the wind.




Unspoken promise had my wings

Flutter to where heaven was embedded.

My chest and stomach brimming of your taste,

I search for respite that never comes.

Should I trace it downstairs instead,

Where I perhaps find you waiting for me?

Night time steps in

And your presence stretches out

From my head to my bed.



As I spin the wheel for me

And for the world,

I pull together your fragments.

To rediscover, to refine pieces of you.



Morning snatches you away from me,

Dissipating your image to the sunlight.

Yet, it cannot dissolute the saccharine cravings

Or the savory memories from your embrace.

But I worry not, for I recognize

Even the microcosm of imprints left behind.



I can trace your hairline

Out in the arms, head or face

Of a passenger in the bus or train.

It was no wonder where to find you.

You were no stranger to my senses.



I can draw out your eyes

From stones of garnet or granite.

I can hear your heartbeat, your laughter from Irish violins

And Spanish guitars are your private echoes, your fondling whispers.



I can split the distinct outline of your smell

From cinnamon, vanilla and caramel;

Or figure the blueprint of your flavor

Out of morning dew or spring rain.



Tales of heroes from novels or poetry

Are narratives where I retrieve

How safe it felt to be with you.



I only ache for you in every fraction of my reverie,

The incessant reminder of my liquefied reality.

And in the evening you won’t get lost,

For I am all aglow, pointing you home.




Only in your hands

I can submit without dread

And you’re the sole being that knows

The second color of my eyes,

My fingers that memorize every hair trail

On your jaw line, chest and arms.



Your body is just attuned to my secret dance,

Breaking and making the iridescence of dreams.

Only you can read the symbols crowning my head

And kiss me like eternity is born from world’s death.



Earthbound spirits envy this romance of ours,

As Faes bless this furtive union.

So please don’t be far too long,

For even time and distance my dear

Are painful pleasures to my soul,

My addictive links to you.



I await your return tremendously, my lover.

Hold me still and play our song to sleep.

Don’t need to know if you’re my own design,

Or a pattern I recreated.

As long as we remember

What binds us together.

In the shadows of the day

And in the glimmer of the night.

I slept with Mr. Worry last night,

I left him still embraced by Slumber.

And this morning I will have

Our dear Mother Nature for breakfast.

I will step out and bathe under the gaze of King Sunlight

While I sing a lullaby of sister Dream I remember.

I call for Lady Luck and beckon more of her friend Love,

They’ve been gone too long, they never last.

I will dig for my forgotten crown

And wrap myself around the arms of Kindness.

I will keep your grandfather Secret as long as I can,

But I will have my baby Visions bleed out of pen.

Tonight, I do not want Father Lust around,

Nor do I plan to bed Brother Sadness.

I only long to kiss my lover Memory’s hand

Because underneath, Mistress Nightmare is dead and forgotten.

Break the hush
Son of moon,
Lover of sun eternal.
Have you lost your cloth
When the night fell?                    
You let it be stolen
And the earth grieves
For what you has and had.

You finally dug the sunshine
From the heap of ancient rain.
But why does the sky weep again?
Both inner and outer shade of yours
Are frozen gray photos of each day.

Screaming whispers say
You have known your nakedness
Like a childhood story rediscovered.
Brought emancipation on to your mind’s stretch
And an exile to the magnitude of your senses.
The void gave bleeding to awareness
And knowledge to a deeper need.

It was long been admitted,
You search every pieces of his broken mirror
To each face, to every tale and to each morning.
And at night you call the letters he owns
But no one came as you become a living decay
Where everything grows as his reminder.

You know that sun lives in an ephemeral sky
On the ground where your pain is felt.
But it only exists as eternal to a latent corner
Of your head where joy is kept.
But if you trace it back to earth,
It is some faded forgotten painting,
Yet, a deeply etched detail on the other side.