What if you could do it?
Drop everything:
Your family, your loved ones, your job, your house, your life
And leave
To go to a new land, an unknown world
Never to return again
Would you do it?
To build a new life for yourself
Make your name mean something different
To pick your own family, not one to be born into
Have a new job, one you enjoy
Escape the monotonous days on Earth
Having a redo
A blank-slate
Would you do it?
Could you do it?

Inches away
from each other's presence
Miles apart
from each other's world...
I couldn't leave mine,
And you wouldn't
leave yours.
See who's keeping the distance?

I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane
that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself
get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I
flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba

this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not
falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that
sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility
of another possibility

I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only
an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983
means nothing here in the swelling infinity
of the abnormal

my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades
and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with
raw impervious happiness because invisible energy
effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull
could be anyone’s right now

suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself
in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me
carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding
the seriousness of this absurd life

inside me irrational poetry dances
like a tribe jumping around a bonfire

outside the universe
dances her own eternity
round and round

She was a sunrise
and I was a sunset.
She brightens up the sky, energizing the people around,
while I bring out the darkness in the night.

She was like a fire,
burning all my doubts in life.
I was a snow,
for making her feel unloved.

She was never mine,
and I was never hers.
Like day and night,
our paths never crossed.

Someday, I want to be a scientist.
I want to know more about Physics,
so I'll be able to make a parallel universe,
for those people who never got the chance to be with the person they love.


- Please be mine at least in another dimension where there's only one you and one me.

Last night was the first time I ever froze with fear,
looked into the Mirror my reflection wasn't there,
reached in like Neo into a pure Abyss,
nearly screamed when a hand grabbed me by the wrist

I'm a STRONG man-but this pull was relentless,
like fighting the Tide I knew it was hopeless,
so like Alice I took a deep breath and let go,
and got pulled into a room,similar to my own,

but WRONG in every sense of the word
it was a Gateway,Doorway to another World
and as I slipped in- SOMETHING ELSE SLIPPED OUT
it looked just like me but both eyes were mouths
full of Hunger and Wrath and an endless Hate,
I screamed as I thought of my family's fate,
as the Monster made it's way across the tiles,
it turned,licked its lips and gave me one... last... **smile

If I am the water,
and you are the land,
then we, sweetly,
shall meet upon sand.
Where water seeps into the land
and where land embraces the water. Each within there freedoms
to come and go.  


05-26-2015

It's all about the game
the game of speaking words
if said right on time
one could conquer worlds

words that could hurt
words that could heal
words that could help you
forget what you feel

beware of the words
they could make you fall
for the deadly trap
abandoned by them all

playing with the words
is a dangerous act
but they were both players
best of the best !!

shapes of yr many most favorite possessions
people looming in the lintel browsing through the pockets
yr posthumous stare chisels down the bark

280 & Alpine
taking out the post
east alto, west alto
sandwiches and snickers bars

let there be pizza
where beds happily move
and there are no swing sets or cell phones
let there be pizza
eighteen year olds swinging from the rooftops to the pool

no music played to remember it by
yr handlers are too many now
lost in the green lasers and spotlights

there are only two hands to make this memory
the quiet dark does not take it, new mouths do not take it
old words tearing off the night