Nothing beats the
buzz of jazz,
guitar
blues, blue
hydrangeas like popcorn feathers
in spring, buzzing bees on daisies,
but now it's fall | that's all.
https://youtu.be/-IIjik7WvP8?t=35

I smiled
at how you smile
just to see you smile
for someone else's smile.

What truth says?
he's absolute,
What says he?
He's wrong.
Neither what's true to him,
cannot be true to you.
Nor what's good to them,
cannot be true at all.
What do you see,
cannot be truest.
What's right,
isn't always imposed.
Neither what's written,
holds the truth
nor what's spoken
should you follow.
Isn't what god says,
he's the truth?
Vox populi, vox dei,
Hell not to me.
Should I believe what?
Not all truth.
For how I felt,
love is true.

Truth cannot be told,
but one thing is,
that is,
I LOVE YOU.

This is how the
broken heart
sounds...

It plays over and over
In sleepless nights
you hear -

An unspeakable silence
heavy noises of agony
trigger

no matter how distant
yesterday echoes
delays that ****

compressing a feeling
that reverbrates
painful memories

Hear the sound
of a broken heart?
It never beats the same.

These four walls
conceal
a lost dream
beneath
the glittering stars

turn into
sparkling diamonds
slowly
fall down
to my cheek.

All there was
what I wanted
ever wanted
is TO BE
LOVED.

If
in a parallel world,
alarm clocks--
were made
to wake us up
from reality;

Then,
I shall
wake up
joyfully--
each time
at the first ring;

And
we shall
be together,
always--
in the amber glow
of my every dream~

She --
albeit still
and very distant;

tiptoes
'round
my heart;

constantly
pirouetting
in my mind

And I am left
seeking --
where she hides;

crashing
towards her
spell;

wondering
if she ever --
misses me at all~

in the head.
go to bed,
wake up and wed,
have some kids,
then you're dead.

the sting
of the needle
brings both pleasure and pain;
i’m addicted to getting new
tattoos