#pas
I am not a creator:
nope.
an amalgamator,
consolidator, a sifter,
a synthesizer, combinator,
employer of words
collect, analyze, repair, modify,
discern the overlapping, intersecting rhythms, the tools,
Drip from my lips, fall from of my grip, from my eyes, salty drip,
and I nail them to my bones,
herein lies my originality....
The millions upon millions of permutations combinations and iterations
That resolved themselves from the madness of my mind, are then attached to my living bones, inseparable, and my living mark of once existence
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
how i missed those
people who planted
little seeds in my heart.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 7:13 AM UTC
When I look at from the varendah
I saw only a green grass floor
on my table full of memoranda
my bed is behind the french door
I am alone standing how lonely!
sure it's not a tranquility
when my room will be homely?
future is unpredictablility
Longing for the day when we can be
marry and having a chat without a pause
while teaseing and tasting one candy
sometime doing a bit of faux pas
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
I leave you answer messages,
so you know your
never alone.
Redialling my moments of
grief, and hear the
yesterdays frozen.
I rewind everything of your
lasting's moment to
whispers of you and me.
I leave you answer messages,
so you know my
voice still wants you.
Your never alone,
but I know you gone.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Like the mysterious ocean
A life without a price
The water a potion,
Like evil, entice
When stripped of emotion
To veins they splice
The mindless devotion
Hearts made of ice
Ingrown commotion
Stuck in their vice
Captain Nemo who thought,
The truth.
And Fontaneda who sought,
The fountain of youth
Like moths to a flame
Envisioned
The same
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC