There were so many
soft and delicate angles
in your smile.
Was it a weapon forged
to destroy me or
was it a cure created
to save me?
I guess time will tell.

If Lewis Carroll
Were my friend,
I'd take him
to my Wonderland.

There'd be no Alice,
Nor a Queen.
Still, the Mad Hatter
With his spleen.

He'd tell us
How all things went wrong,
How nuts and bolts just don't belong.
How screws and cork and neck and wine,
They don't add up to make a rhyme.

How cows ate humans who gave milk,
How worms went mad
And ate all silk.

How gold got rusty,
Dust turned gold
Not even Carroll could have foretold.

Well, I shan't bother
With the ending.
To each their own -
My understanding.

You paint sky blue,
I paint mine red.
Now go get lost -
I paid my rent.

On a hot June day, 2013.

Well, haters gonna hate, no doubt.
With all their rotten hearts,
With all the bile there is -
No ending and no start.

They'll never understand
How foolish they might look.
Their tastes are way too bland
To fit into my books.

I love. They hate. That's life.
I pray. They growl. It's normal.
And only time will tell
Whose name will read: eternal.

May 2013

I wanna die beside the sea:
So peaceful there, so calming…
There will I end - no one to see
But Mother Nature, charming.

The waves and gulls a-lulling me,
The sand my flesh embracing,
No one to judge, no one to blame,
No one to pass the sentence.

I’ll reminisce about the days
Of jollity and laughter…
My shroud - a veil of golden rays.
A happy ever after…

I’ll be the froth, and she’ll be I -
The cycle never broken…
What bliss, O Sea, by you to die
And leave this world, unspoken!

If I die, don't cry for me.
If you live, I smile.
Take the pride, the honesty,
Walk the royal mile.

Gently push the boundaries
Set in place by fools.
Let the love and harmony
Be your trusty tools.

Spread the word of unity
Everywhere you go.
Let your inner purity
Never lose its glow.

Be the peace you seek on earth,
Chase your wildest dreams...
If I die, don't cry for me.
Nothing's what it seems.

Nov'16 - Apr'17

I've seen the universe through a telescope
all the vast, grasping so little purpose.
But next to you
watching the rise and fall of your chest
as you're sound asleep next to me
I felt the meaning of universe
trapped in the breathe of your lungs.