it was sandcastle cities with you:
careful residing in the threat
of it all crumbling away

with steadfast eyes,
I watched as you made
a fine-grained mess

watching and waiting
for the inevitable blow of
your city-collapsing wave of truth

it was sandcastle cities –
dedicated to you.

I dedicated myself to you,
and it was easy to do.

tell me what can be found before pain
an upside-down cross between heart liver and stomach
what lies downwards swells like biscuit in milk
and what lies above screams
like Saint Peter would have screamed
upturned cross at the foundation of the church

tell me what survives longer between the four cardinal points
made of living flesh and bluish blood
before pain it is peace and after pain silence
or maybe the opposite
before pain it is the word and after pain only the shadow
motionless unmovable powerless like a flag at half-mast
like sacred banners on the road to the graveyard

let it be yours bighearted man
the rice grain in which I sculpted
a white monastery

( August, 4th,  2014)

You were always there for me.
I didn't know why I was crying
You did
I didn't know what made me smile
You did
I struggled to walk
You gave me arms
I struggled to talk
You taught
I was indecisive
I was stupid
I was selfish
I was arrogant
I did hate you
I did hurt you
You did nothing
Just stood by
You were always there for me
Things have took turn now
The wheel of life has rotated
But trust in,
You can always rest on my shoulders
Just like,
You were always there for me,
I will always be for you!!!
And I'll never let go!!!!

I have no strength for devotion,

no dedication to sit at your feet,

still not averse to sensual enticements

no passion for the union through meditation;

bearing this in mind every moment,

Oh! mother divine

I adore you with the fragrant flowers of my words.

Emotions run deep, and deeper they must seep
But what do they seek?
Nothing but sheltering words,
be it from a Sheik, or a Greek.

The imagery is both out-worldly and unspeakably realistic
We try to find a way, a channel, a historical shuttle
Only to have it expressed in vague words
"Here, another puzzle".

The words dance in rhythms and riddles
Sometimes unfathomable,
Yet once aligned, they cast a spell.

The spell is poetry.. and it has a society
Countless souls, and souls yet to come
11th of August, marked the arrival of its rightful king
Tired and tireless, a lifetime of embodying poetry

O captain, my captain!

Let us roam the forgotten streets and share a bottle of cheap gin

Let us whisper inappropriate jokes into the ears of those who deem suicide a great sin!

And Let us remember that once conscious, mankind was in tragedy,
but through comedy, we found our remedy.

Rest in Pieces,
For I swear to Jesus, I can hear your laugh at "Pieces".

Carry a poem with you, always
carry it deep in your heart
and whenever you can, recite it,
recite it silently with your tongue.

and when you find love
it will amplify that love,
and a thousand times stronger it will become,
until another love walks into your path.


and suffering, never forget suffering,
never forget it. Embrace it,
embrace the pain as fully as you can
and when the time comes,
choose any poem from your heart
and with a smile you'll be ready to depart.

She tasted like watermelon on a july day 

pink and juicy

Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor 

a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did 

bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass 


She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls 

all experience and fire 

dangerous arousal from a primitive state 

I gave her my greatest possession

sharing with eyes wide open 


She fights without going to Geneva 

*****, with bricks 
taking hits like a man

deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on 


She smelled like gardenias inside my palms 

familiar and hand-picked

infested with seeds 

but all that I can recall is her on my lips; 

pink and juicy



tasting like watermelon on a july day.