Today I saw shooting star in the dark sky,
It didn’t amaze me,
I didn’t close my eyes and I didn’t make a wish.
I just stood in still,
Stupid! I said to the sky.
W.E

we are lost ;
The bed,
The sofa,
The television,
The green eyed,
And our room,
The touch,
The smoke,
The darkness,
The thirst,
Asian brown eyed
And their lust,
Their love
Their desires and
Their body made a great poetry on solitudes of rumpy pumpy.

there’s
A good nights thoughts,
They are enough for me to wake up early morning and still
Think the world is
Flat and the sun
Is bored squaring;
People crawling.

Funny!
How they
Dream and make plans,
Knowing the end is
Like leaving forever,
You’re body won’t go,
You’re soul disappears,
You stinks,
The cold body pales;
It’s the end,
Naked body awaits to get burned and trun into  ashes.

They say
I’m crazy,
To talk about illusions
Compared to be better than the reality.
Morning clouds and the peeking sun is more magnificent inside my illusion,
How it makes me feel
Is undefinable ,
I am unable,
I am broken to get my vote
On illusion,
I’m illusionist
I can feel it’s beautiful feeling,
I can picture the sceneries so well painted.
Reality is harsh,
It won’t mind breaking
Dreams,
Trashing our hopes,
Kills the very nature of our minds,
It’s like a sad movie,
You pay to cry.
I am an artist,
The main actor inside my own illusions,
I am the  proud illusionist.
W.E