Sometimes I get so tired of feeling like a series of chemical reactions
Like once these electric pulses flow from my brain stem
through my wires of vessels and veins to the tips of my fingers
I am a puppet to the robotics of biology
Strung by my nerves and pulled by my emotions,
I cannot control these tears
Stupidity is merely short circuiting,
and maybe I just need to recharge
I think this taste in my mouth is acid;
my teeth are batteries leaking this energy
Onto my tongue and my lips
These are the loudest parts of this machine,
But each word, each kiss is not nearly as loud
As the programming in my mind
Maybe that's why I'm just a bunch of ****** gears and twisted cables
Because all this code of love and lust
Is a combination waiting to combust
And I feel unable to contain it

I walk through the mist
Moon casting peculiar shadows
Headstones tall and thin
Branches leave ghastly images
Among the dirt,the mist and leaves

Heavy heartedly I proceed
I never like this walk
It's here just past the trees
I walk upon them,and fall upon my knees

I often wonder ,what could be different
If you didn't have to go
Where would we be now
You never let me know

I'm still angry at you, even now
Or am I just suffering
From a long since broken heart
I don't know what I feel
I only know it still hurts

I love you
I'll see you again tomorrow.

In the desert of thoughts
   the air is hot,
                       (my heart is cold)

The scent of flowers ...
                          (everywhere) there is nothing ...

I watch the stars..
    I wonder about ..
                what made me fall…
                              (from the sky)

I wander...
           the world.. colored ...
                                        (from artery to vein)


I close my eyes ...
                        (I see ..)

I sleep …
   (maybe)
     I dream…
            (Siren sings a name)
....



I look into faces…
      house of mirrors..
            (reflecting my face)

I lost my mind..
Swept by a tide,
     a trace..!
           the one I sought to embrace ..
(Mirage, fog and unknown place)

my thoughts ...
                                   (paralyzed)
       in my mind …
                     (shadows …)

(purity; the spirit of the fragrance)
(Morning; love in the day)
(Essence of roses)
(lost lighthouse guides wanderers…)
(hearts of people each evening
          morning .. !
                           evening … !
          morning …. !
                          evening….. !
                                                 ………………)
My mind is gone …!



the pillars of my poems are shaken ...
                       (what is there … ?)
An empty wreckage
           full of memories
                           treasures
                                 (and layers of dust…)

                                   An empty message
                                        (with bones,
                                              ashes
                                         and remains)

*“your heart still the same”
               “burns in flames”
                                    “beats in
                                               eternal pain…”

Your smile,your eyes ,your pretty voice ...
Brought me light ,appealed my soul to rejoice ...