some concretes break,
for a wildflower to thrive.

IA

It is within an unusually warm and early spring night,
Here, where I begin to feel something ever so unusual while looking deeply into this goddess' eyes,

With her eyes like a pair of diamonds sparkling in the sky,
It's at this moment–in this part of the night–
Love simply didn't need a reply,

With candles lit,
As it's surely to her delight,
And with rose petals all over the bed–
That, surely, was to her surprise,

Though, right now,
Can you really blame me for having this nervous butterfly-feeling whirling around inside?

For this will be the first-ever night that I'll get to hold this beauty tight,

And for such a divine beauty,
Surely I'd make any sacrifice to make sure her every whim and need is perfectly sufficed,

Yes, with our feelings for each other that couldn't be more pure or refined,
I already know, without hesitance, our love would satisfy any god's most delicate appetite inside,

And although, this world may never know how I truly feel inside,
I, myself, know with certainty that I love this woman more than anything I've ever loved in my whole life,

Yet, with nothing more than the sound of crickets chirping within the night,
I proceed to lay this beauty down–
Here, pulling her close to my side (where I tell her)
"I love you, angel, good night",

And even though our love never did need a reply,
She said
"I love you too, sweet dreams baby, don't forget to hold me ever so tight",

And thus with this crazy, whirling, butterfly-feeling, again, that I begin to feel take over inside,
She rolls over unexpectedly and surprises me with a kiss to seal any other reply–
To only roll back over and close her eyes,

Oh, and in the midst of her every action–every move leaving me mesmerized,
She decides to move an inch closer to me,
(Where I wrap my arm around her thighs)
As it's also nearly simultaneously that I hear the clock's stride finally hit midnight,

With a chime that struck once–
Then struck twice,
I begin to hear a set of chimes strike–and strike until they chime twelve times,  
(As these chimes come from this evilly wicked, horrid and heinous clock of mine)

Yes!–with this clock being a clock that through time I have come to slowly hate and despise!

Though, this tower of a clock reminds me of its presence with not the tics nor the tocs–
No, only when the minute hand climbs and the hour's hand meets another notch,

As only then, within that second of the minute, does my mind's thoughts get crossed and rocked–
With my thoughts that become locked within a box
(As it'll be for the next sixty minutes)
I'll just lie there and remain distraught,

Oh, and you ask why?–
Simply because of this chiming noise that won't stop!

With these reoccurring chimes that take my sleep and make most nights a loss–
I can assure you that if I don't go to bed by one or two o'clock,
Any sleep for me will become more and more implausible by every tic of the clock,

Yes, nearly impossible–
For it'll be with the next four or five hours, I'll just lie there, roll, and toss,

Though this is a different night!–
As I'm reminded with our legs crossed and with our fingers interlocked,

Yet, here as I begin to feel the warmth of her body block and fend off any kind or sorts of lingering winter's frost,
I also sense that numerous candles are still glowing bright,
(With the sight of their ambient light flickering off of the bedside's wall from abroad)

And, within this room filled with sentiment as I hear not a sound at all,
I smell the candle's aromatic scents,
With the atmosphere within the air being ever so calm,

Until that is, I hear another chime of a **–
With it sounding like a melody that's gone ever so wrong–
It's with this tower of a clock, right here, that has just let me know it's now the hour of one o'clock–
And one o'clock, right on the dot,

With only one lone chime that I heard–as everything then simply paused and stopped,

Though, within my mind and with these thoughts that refuse to stop,
I reassure myself–
Knowing that the time is only one o'clock,

For I know I still have an aplenty of time to close my eyes and make these endless lines of thoughts stop,

So to this brilliant mind of mine,
You know that it's clearly time to let these thoughts wander off,

Just close your eyes and let your mind stop–

Though, didn't I just say enough with your thoughts?

Oh, and I can see you might think a lot,
But clearly and obviously you're not thinking about squat!

So just stop or I swear to god,
If you don't stop with these god awful thoughts,
I'll have no other option than to smash and squash your head against these bricks outside of this wall and then leave you there to rot–

For if you don't stop this exact instant then I am almost certain your beautiful woman will become a loss,

And I'm sure you don't want that to happen again, now do you?

So just stop with these thoughts–
Quit fooling around and whatever you do–
Oh, and whatever you do,
Don't let this beauty see that crazed loony side inside of you,

Just fall asleep now and you both can wake up tomorrow around noon,

Yes, just close your eyes and count these sheep jumping over the moon,
And count them jumping one by one–then two by two,

Yet, between one and two,
Surely I knew I was bound to come unglued,
(With the loony that came right out of me as I hear a tune)

With a chime that struck once and then twice,
It left my mind to know not what to do,

Though, that doesn't mean I am confused,
With the duo of chimes that struck–
Only letting me know it's now into the minutes of the night that come directly after two,

And though,
As I begin feeling as if a disaster was nearing in soon,
Still, I knew not what to do–

Because I know nothing as I'm thinking of nothing and just fading away within the scents of her perfume,

(Where I begin fading away within this serenity and hearing not a tune)
I feel the weight of my eyelids begin to feel like a caving-in roof weighing at least a ton or two,

And with just one of a few wondrous thoughts still wandering on through,
I wonder
"Could this be sleep that is nearing in soon?”,

With this feeling of a wonderful tranquil sensation subduing and leaving my whole body consumed,
(As I'm weary and with clearly not a thought left in this room)
I take one last deep breath
(With my lungs swelling like a balloon)

And within a dream is where I have just entered into–:
UNTIL ABRUPTLY I HEAR A SNOOZING OF A TUNE!

Yes!–As I'm awakened and with the insanity within in me being let loose to roam throughout this room,
My mind, then, begins to shift back and forth (like something caught drifting between a typhoon and a monsoon)

Where realizing as I view that I've opened my eyes too soon–
With it being this beauty here of mine that is the one who is creating this horrendous little tune,

And feeling, as I hear–
With every single breath that she breathes rattling the room–the walls–and even the shingles upon the roof,
I feel my mind, here, completely coming all the way unglued–
For all I want to do is make everything within this room mute!

Yes, that's all I want to do!–

For I’m sure I wouldn't even be in such a foul mood if I wasn’t sleep deprived,
And if this beauty here of mine and her snoring roar weren’t the main culprits of keeping me, my mind, and this night alive,

Though, hearing with her roaring of a snore that is beginning to drive me crazy inside–
Yes, as she snores, there!–just an inch or two away from my side–
I hear with her snore only growing more and more–

As I, then, within this second, try to ignore a chord of chimes striking once, and then striking twice,
(With this clock striking three times to remind me once again of the time)

–With this night now being at least 3:03, 3:04, and could possibly even be 3:05,
I know this night is at the most three or four hours away from seeing the sun shine bright through my window blinds,

Oh, and surely I already know I probably would just close my eyes–
Yes, that's probably what I would do!
But this little beauty here of mine is worse than any set of chimes,

And surely indecisive,
(As I move the pillow over my ears while I'm consumed by an irritating form of fright)
I move my body a little to the left and then a few inches to the right,
Where I hear her demon's rumbling from inside,
And screaming as if they're trying to come out and fight–

(Which is where I begin thinking)
“Is waking her up really that much of a crime?”

For if she knew she was snoring at such a high decibel level,
Then I'm sure she wouldn't even mind,

And thus with my decisions that couldn't agree more with my mind,
I decide to slightly lift her head and wiggle her,
(As I nearly tickle her left side)

Whispering to her as I say,
"Baby, wake up, I just had the worst dream of my life!
Oh, baby, wake up, I just need to see those sweet little angel eyes!",

Though motionless–
There, as I try to keep my insane and crazy side inside,
My whisper begins to intensify to a scream
(As she refuses to open her eyes or give me a reply)

I continued to scream–SCREAMED!

"Oh, why, oh, why won't you open your eyes!",

And with her snore being the only reply that she could give me,
It literally drove me crazy inside–
Thus driving me as it drove me to climb on top of her body,
(Where I grab her nose and squeeze)

As it's within the silence and in this exact instant,
Instantly and unbelievably, I see I've hit a stride that I couldn't believe,

Yes, mesmerized!
And content beyond belief–
With her snoring, here, that has finally ceased–

–Casually, I proceed to climb off of her body
(Wherein realization I finally can go back to sleep)

And in the silence, again, as I hear not a peep,
I roll over, close my eyes, and before I could even count one jumping sheep,
I hear a roar once more coming from this treacherous little beast,

And surely with not a second more could I go without sleep,
(As this pillow, right here, has just become my best friend, and the most plausible way to get any sleep)
I decide to move this pillow over her face–with my exertion at first lacking any tenacity,

But what I'd end up hearing would be like a growl or a roar of a wicked beast,

With this sinister snore of hers only increasing more and more with every tic of my heart's beat,
I begin to feel my thoughts shift toward the sentiment of either insane or crazy,

(As my hands push with more and more of an intensity)
I begin sweating–feeling the smothering warmth of her body's heat,

Though, simultaneously as I hear her heart throb and knock an unstoppable and irregular beat,
I begin putting even more weight upon this pillowcase
(With a galore of my sweat dripping upon these sheets)

And surely I have to know,
(For it should be as obvious as could be)
That if I put any more weight upon this pillowcase,
I'd likely break through the toughest of the most unbreakable concretes,

And thus coming to the realization–
With this crazy side of me that has taken over and been unleashed surely not being me,

It's here, against the greatest of restraints
(As I'm barely able to climb off of her body)
I climb off and begin waiting within the silence–

Waiting and hearing not a peep,
Where seemingly prompting myself to say,
Here, as I speak!
"Good night baby–sweet dreams",

Though, I'd hear not a reply–
As a reply was something our love never did need,

Yet, as I roll over to climb under these sheets and close my eyes
(Where simultaneously it all has seemed)
I have fallen fast asleep within a dream while holding my sleeping beauty tight–

Holding her as I squeeze–
Holding her!–
With her heart that holds not a beat–.

And I'm suddenly terrified
As your life collides with mine.
One move this way or that,
You always appear.
You're my unspoken focal point,
Where if you were suddenly to vanish,
I'd be lost in my own world.
I didn't ask for this;
So is this a cruel twist of kismet?
A subtle realization?
Or am I simply over-thinking this?
And I'm suddenly terrified
As this fatal absolution concretes itself.
This can't be a tale of Wonderland;
No real mystique or query in sight.
And I'm suddenly terrified
As every moment
We become closer.
However,
Closer only under sincere observation;
We share no same feelings,
We share no common beliefs.
All we are
Registers in the brief moments...
So here we stand,
Always in sight,
Always in mind,
But never together.

the hours pass like minutes now
I collect them under the covers
as their pressing persistence
deafens with each dream.
my mother enters the room
in an effort to wake me
from the dead, to try and
mend the broken bones
you yourself left.
why does she have
to clean up your mess?
my own guilt concretes
my chest, paralyzing me further.
to hear my mother’s concern,
her worry. but I have felt
this heartbreak many times
over. your fracture lines are
all over my body, some are
just easier to hide than others.
I stay in bed and dream
of how you stayed. of how
you chose me. back to
Sunday mornings under covers,
our smiles visible by the gray-lit
sky. I can still feel you skin
running beneath my fingertips.
so I stay in my bed. and that
should be none of your concern,
it’s the only way I know
to survive knowing you.

Sun does tickle his dreams on the blazing pave
when pass by him countless feet honking cars
fires don’t burn him nor do elements make him slave
upon him the street dirt is powdered stars.

In the luxurious cushions bed is a veritable thorn
sleep defers or visits not eyes’ awakened nightmare
men burn power to being breathing to the morn
while his eyelids at dreams’ wonder gapingly stare.

There’s a kingdom carved by him where gods don’t reign
a few picked crumbs magically brew metabolic bliss
fairies stir laughter misty angels wipe out pain
the moment his head the concretes kiss.

It isn’t hunger that in his deepest bowel gnaws
but a gratitude not battered by existential flaws
for being gifted a mind broke free sanity’s laws
be just there amid rush an island of pause.

I am forever lost among the boys riding bikes
under an orange sunset
On the concretes next to the spires
and the old shingled rolling roofs
to this sparsely populated plaza,
mid-afternoon of Winter
in another hour it'll be dark and rainy
we can taste it in the air
but now I am alone in abandon
singular light casts a singular shadow
because they are no longer with me
I think it's meant to be this way when we grow old~
At least that's how it's always been

Can the man in the iron mask feel this emotion tonight?
Can the shiny face, the living place expect to make it right?
Through the metal, through the handsome, ugly, living dead.
Through the cortex, all these thoughts are floating through my head.
To die, to life, a toast, we see,
The way we meant, the things we sent,
Were not too great to be.
The trips keep going, whispers flowing,
Can't escape it, tried to fight it.
This level, not so high,
Pressure builds, so does the lie.
So does the torture and the sanity,
Greed, the lust, the sloth and vanity.
Too much hell to walk at night,
The concretes hot and turning white.
Cracks and canyons break the surface
Of your morals of your purpose.
Time is leaving, clocks take flight,
Wings of steel that shine so bright.
A heavenly body to steal from my dreams,
Or so it seemed.
As he had deemed.
Don't want to die but I'm to young to live.
Don't want to lie but I'm to selfish to give.
And it's far too late,
The wall is too great,
The bricks, the mortar,
Marble, and slate.
Said you dreamed of blue and gold,
So your dreams could soon be told.
Green, green star, green, green nightmare.
Don't resist this green, green nightmare.

I miss wet rain on buses
I miss crowded subway stairs
I miss noisy streets in public
I miss breathing ocean air:

I miss walking in the snow
I miss snowmen building high
I miss concretes slushy flow
I miss children stepping by:

I miss eyes of pretty girls
I miss old men sitting too
I miss seeing squirrels creep
I miss streetlights switching hue:

I miss walking to and there
I miss waiting crosswalks tick
I miss coming home all wear'd
I miss sleeping after six:

I miss waking up at nine
I miss dreading morning days
I miss my recurring life
I miss living life again.

In this jungle of sky scrappers
Mountains of concretes
Surrounded by the dark air
Noise of cars and all you hear is the fast pace of life

Give it a break
Look ahead of you or maybe tilt your head up
Don't you see a beauty?
Something magical awaits your attention

Hey there pretty!
Oh you reveal so much
A unique feeling every time
And I can stare at you forever

Thanks to you I could still have a glimpse of nature
Your existence is marvelous
I close my eyes and still have that image of yours
You bring me peace from with in

Each day I look forward to seeing you
And how you would look today
It's giving me a different hope each time
Also a peculiar story that leaves a smile in me

devouring fires
the sky's made vast
ask eternity to heal
from those whom desire bleeds
the smiles decaying
the universe filled with the remains of stars
use days embrace to melt those with glass hearts
with a haunting mornings breath
time concretes over life's color
bring and give
While I lay here dead

I whispered it when I left this morning.
"Tonight I will ask the question."
I’ll asked her to a film, I’ll say
“This week, we could see Yesterday?”
Although nerves melt me away
As though a burning silhouette.
"I swear my voice is always stern,"
I say, "What harm's another day?"
With my voice on a squeaking fret.

The haunted concretes creak without a sound
And trains rattle to shake the way of dying candlelight.
Avoidances dance, twirling round and round.
The haunted concretes creak without a sound.
Words gust heavy and unprofound
While I must be this wavering kite.
While trains rattle to shake the way of dying candlelight,
And the haunted concretes creak without a sound.

Here where they dissect creatures that once scuttled
And pull them limb from limb,
And pour wine beside, which swirls in the glass before it's settled.
The creature's gravestone a girl with a smile grim.
A dim expression that deflates with the next plate,
As she surrenders to digging in.



Nearby seniors' droning threatens to drown
My mind with inescapable numbness.
Again, I take a glass and swallow it down
Praying on a secret unseen finesse.
I say a joke that to her seems lost
As though its ghost just went past.
I butter my tongue with liquid as though toast;
Regret all I've said and call for a glass.
I tighten my tie tight around my neck
The tangled knot neatly risen up.
Joke as though throwing cards straight from a deck.
By dessert feel numbness on my tongue’s cusp.
Dreaming she would not be one to beguile,
She and I
Evacuate the chatter with a stretched smile.

Passing lanterns looming on a night walk,
I begin to her a conversation.
Yet only dare to make the smallest talk,
Not risking she leaves an awkward situation.
I haven't the courage to encourage
What may enrage nor leap near isolation.
What would the forefathers say?
A man wouldn't wait nor hesitate.
But I stutter before I can state
Whether I'm a hasty man
With fast unlasting thrills,
Or willing to wait
And understand.

Which question is it?
But why is it this?
Perhaps it's better I ask with lips,
And without words.
So let soft suckling be heard.
But why is that?
I can't possibly, probably.
But may I know facts exact?

Then dawn rose with the sun alone and untimely.
I whispered it when I left this morning,
When I was returning home suddenly,
"Tonight I will ask the question.”

Since she waits there for me.
A young tongue is spinning and spiralling.
Lips collapse into antique whispers.

I'm certain she waits there for me.
By delirium and thoughts lost.
By flowing fountains draped with moss.
She folds fingers round the thorn.
Th'evening lingers, for golden light has lit it.
Scolding any scorn that drops to forlorn.

She has gone now.
But she'll be back soon.

A bird once flew
over a sun lit sky
concretes of golden
and towers he flew.
Distracting for a moment
my peoples worried woes-
distracting for a second
the way our child grows-
I know now whenever
his wings of silver pass
I know our sore silver
will forever last.

<3

Depression,
some said that it is a problem with the mind
but for some, it is just merely a term for sadness
that taken for granted, it just became a norm,
that should have never been, because
it is more than a word spoken at midnight,
a label for the shattered concretes left inside,
not a song for the dead waiting for sunrise,
it is not even written at the back of drugs,
or *** or loneliness. It is not an alarm clock
to hear first thing in the morning because
all you ever wanted is to finish the day.
It is not even written as disclaimers
on boxes of blades, or pills,
or wishes of being gone. It is nowhere
to be found in maps for people
wishing of a home from the coldness.

Imagine, voices owning yourself
as you hear mutterings at unholy hours,
and a war inside of yourself as if
you were taught how to win a war.
Your fingers tremble like twigs almost broken
by the wind passing through.
Still, you wanted to be drifted away,
somewhere far, where you can be free,
from the whirlpool stirring inside of you.

It is not just an excuse for someone to
lock himself inside the bathroom,
and think of ways of killing himself.
It is not spoken by the sound of electric fan
buzzing to break the silence of absence.
It is not a seesaw at a park because
no one would push, and there is no force
to pull you back, and gravity
does not always keep you in-tucked.

Depression is trying to loosely tie
the laces of your shoes - anytime
you would lose at one end or another.
It is pulling rubber band, with
elasticity pulling you that you do
not know how to stand in between
because you would always fall
at one side.

And you tell it to people
not because you want them
to tell you that you are okay.

Your being used by subliminal clues
The media leaves you
Lost and confused bemused
By topics using our labor for profits
Government been aware
Straight truths no dare as i stare
Down into the valley of darkness
Killed off the old me but theres no carcass mark this
The day and age turned the spiritual page
What i saw my soul got enraged and engaged
Into a mental state of mind
That the average couldn't understand
If i told them mines
Dreams im speaking on
Everybody around me a mime
Silenced brains make for an easy drain
Got pharmaceutical drugs
Pushing legal *******
To the grain
But dont want ya smoking marijuana
But if i smoke marijuana
Then im a gonna
Loading penitentiaries to profit fat greedy wealthy
Elitist im sick of this
World we living since the first planted sin
In the garden Of Eden
Who do you believe in?
Is it Christ Horus Allah or Buddhas teaching
While they got books placed
For you read in if you in
To the problems that arise
Youll see the got us hypnotize
By the idiot box droppin' everyday
Delays say we on our way
Up but its going reverse
**** the curse the struggles getting worse
Sooon jobs well be in a hearse
And replace by robots
Industrialism was really meant to be a prison sharpen your visions
Maybe you can see the decisions
Made by the whitehouse
Pushing us closer to rfids if you don't believe me?
Check all over ya cars is chipped
Debit to credit cards chipped
Animals chipped electronic devices chipped
Now they trying to get us chipped
Fools tryna play God end up on the side against all Odds
Play the game carefully yea
Its like moves of chess or monopoly
Taking all properties
How is there is price on earth
When everything in the open is free
But then came along man
Yeah i mean demi god fallen angles
Giving mankind jingles and dangle
With unknown spirit cuz they fear it
Ignorin' instincts causin' trama to grow
But rather follow cash rolls
Only to take bad toll
Down the valley of deathrows
Add the bottom of the abyss
It aint no shadows just demons that flow
And go in and out ya temple
Mankind soo simple
Thinking they better then universe
But nature always wins just check rhe curse
God showing creations like roses sprouting up out of cracked concretes
Lets me know humans already in defeat
And build over just fr it to happen again
We waged with sin soon to end
Cant wait til the world crumbles
Watching how many spirits tumble
And become humble
Beg for redemption
But God will reject your soul aint no exemptions
Whooaaa

i remember
sitting on the curb,
sipping a venti café latte,
and pulled
the last cigarette out
of my patched-up
leather jacket,

i waited on you,
but it rained

my hand upon
my head, i placed
and ran fast
to the side street
near the crossroads,

the rain pummeled
the concretes,
crackles of thunder
at the distance,

i was
on my way home,
i supposed,
but i missed
the taxicab,

i remember
sitting on the curb,
soaking wet
in the rain,
tried to light up
the last cigarette,
and the coffee
gone cold,

i waited on you,
but you never came

Sometimes life
Builds up to a point
Where you feel
You can't
Ever reach the top

Sometimes life
Rolls on ahead without yah'
Rambling so fast
Rambling so hard
You don't know if it's
Ever gonna' stop

Take a step sideways
Take a step back
Loosen your grip
Lessen the slack

The stars are burning phosphorous on the horizon
She's got that blood red colored hair
Listen as the moon laughs yellow and bronze
I'm only thinking about you darling
I'm thinking about what you said underneath the moon

Can it be our ship has sailed?
Can it be our letters have all been mailed?
I'm at a loss without you
I'm at a standstill with you
What do we need to do babe
To take this pain between us away?
What's there to do
When there isn't anything left to say?

I've got a nickel in my pocket
A quarter in my eye
Lately, every whisper I hear
Turns out to be a truth
I wished had turned out a lie

The world keeps turning
With or without us
The wind keeps blowing
Indifferent to our own opinions
If we're up to ***** or not

To die today.
To
Die tomorrow.
It really makes
No
Difference to me.

Concretes warm
Underneath my feet.
With shattered chandelier eyes,
She winks, beckoning me
To follow her to the vent.
I'm a mystery
I'm a fool
I've learned all I can
But I still don't
Have the tools.

It's all too serious.
I'm too late.
What was once clear is now
Opaque.
As I burn the letters we never wrote,
Outside my window is a boy
Who wonders what their life would have been
If he'd never spoke.

Searching again for that
Right
Note.
Standing on my tip toes
Neither hating or
Loving:

My neighbor
My brother
My sister
My mother
My father.

All the light through the blinds
Is blinding me.
Every sound I hear
Is a rumpus cacophony of half-promises
And incoherent swears.
I've made amends with my sin.

There, on the other side of the room, lies

The bin.

See to it it's empties,
Cleaned, and left back the way it was
Before you leave.

Absolute terror.
A knot of guilt and sadness tied
So tight,
It feels glued together;
You feel

Scared.

Eyes are languid,
Heavy, fluttering.
These voices all around me
Are unclear, muttering.

Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble  
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs

With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days

End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? ******' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath

I do not understand what "in the moment" is
I've always drowned myself in the past, focused wholly on the unpromising future
What is happening right now, does not matter to me
What will happen in the future, scares me
Everyday I wake up surrounded by the same concretes
The same ones that echo my silence when the moon greets
I am tired, I am exhausted
I am tired of this momentary bliss
*I despise living this life of pretend,
forever wishing to start again.

In the death of light
Leave a poem alone

After years
Go back to see it
And don't fear
Like a mother
It will set you thinking
You had dropped it minutes back
Poem doesn't die
Like a leaf, abandoned
In the ground
Or on concretes
And does not have destiny
Like that of a crumpled papper
In a stinking dustbin
Or on heaps of scrapes
Each moment
It emits aroma
And you hug it
Throughout your life
And feel happier
And much blessed

Is it wisdom, age
Or pain of gravity
That concretes Heaven
As an unwavering
Sacred place to be
Memories of my past
Life quite divine
Each New Year to come
Swells forth wisdom
Silencing my heart
Setting my mind to numb
My soul longing for the spring
Blooming youth once again
Freshness of discovering
Who I have become
Where I long to be
My swells with nostalgia
Comprehension my true
Destination is heavenly
Befitting blissful beauty
PEACE

Swallow hard just convey your cowardice

I'm quick to let him enter.....

Down here where the concretes cool

My arms around you

then your gone........

It snowed sand the other night

i was shocked and awed  

but then i looked up and it got it my eye


Scratched my retina

snow blind

Your brightness wasn't beauty after

your brightness was beauty in the end

i should have seen your glory was a *******

hole in the back of your head

your brightness wasn't  beauty

it was arrogance.

She has a heart, which desires no hurt
She is incredibly beautiful; this is my eyes to judge
Works under the heat; of the scorching savannah
Yet she comes home to tender the kids, with love and vigor.

She does the chores, rising earlier than the cockerels
All the night she cuddles, the little monster can nag!
Her smile and theirs; are candles to my life
The energy and bursts that keep me from toppling

Family, relatives and friends the love to all, jealousy creeps sometimes
How can she after all still have love left for me?
Every day every time she thinks, to better the future
The path at times is dark; the sun shall rise for sure.

To the creator of All and her, forever I will be indebted
The random instance in life, which made our paths to cross
To the future we behold, my hand I stretch for you
The concretes we lay, a house shall come of it.

.                                                         me?
   apart from friday vinyl
sessions?
i feel i'm being ****** over
by a h. p. lovecraft
                                                 antithesis...

too much time spent
around the immigrant
irish, in england,
with no englishman
in sight...

           well... wouldn't you know:
the titanic sank...
a feeling associated with...
feeding swans toasted bred...

what i'm seeing?
a new god...
the ******* child of the titan
aphrodite...
aphrodite was the daughter
of titans,
she's classed as a titan,
and not a god...
i'm seeing her *******...
son, daughter, it,
whatever:  hermaphroditus...

flower power child...
can basically **** itself
silly...
     people were wondering what
happened to the old norse
gods...
   gave you solipsus:
             attaché of solipsism...
attaché of the sophists...
    attaché of the "ridiculous"...
   where was the answer to
sisyphus: that demigod,
                              son of Atlas?

so now we're living in a time
when the son / daughter
of Aphrodite is running, the, "show"...
               n'est pas?

trust an Eire armed with
a ******* banjo...
         dropkick murphys...
******* paddies...
   get it right, all the ****** time...

so, no, "this" (whatever
in the current theme of "now"
actually implies) isn't "happening"?

no... so we're all protected
under the guidance of the monotheistic
gods? allah will save us,
pater,
      or that variant: y.h.w.h.
will...
   only that... we're not dealing
with gods, akin to those of
the conquering semites,
thor never became a beelzebub...
odin never became a moloch,
nor hades, nor zeus...

      paganism and a clearly
structured categorical
   insemination of an ideology...
a base focus bias of categories
congregating
   into a motion,
spread beyond a single generational
gap,
   no... monotheistic
congregational focus...
no: workings of a movement
from the bottom up...
instead of a top to bottom
   "democratic" safeguard
                       of "sharing"...

why is it that the jewish god
couldn't, somehow,
integrate the gods of europe,
into a submission status
of fallen angels,
akin to moloch, or beelzebub?
so, why is it expected
that the gods of europe
will not find themselve
immune...
   when allah comes around?

i cradle the jewish god,
because i find his existence,
appealing,
in a purely phonetic sense...
he fits a square hole
like a cube...

          monkey logic...
allah?              no... not really...
still... in the reign
of hermaphroditus...
that ******* child of
aphrodite...
              no, there's no point
even wanting to explain
everything in a monotheistic
binary of: 1: god,
                            0: no god...
1 0 1 0 1 0 0 1 0 1 0 1 1 0...

            i'm coming back
to the old continent as if i ever
left it, once, two weeks in kenya...
spent a good deal of the two weeks
looking for cognac and a shade...
admiring the milk
of moonlight on ivory beauty's skin...
crying while falling asleep
looking at the sea nibble on the coast...
and then doing
the casual yoga of a tomorrow:
**** me, 'ere we go: repeat, repeat.

grammatical rigour of a german
philosopher,
but coupled with
the languid nonchalance of
a french humanist / psychologist...
that's what: english seems
to me; right about, now.

see...
     you can clearly reason with
modern day journalism,
that... constipated variation of history...
as long as you begin
the day to day explanation
with some mythology...

   **** me...
sisyphus, demigod,
son of Atlas?!
    within the confines of
the current journalist insomnia?

hermaphroditus,
the ******* song
of aphrodite?!
   within the confines of
the current transgender movement?

yeah: pulled both ideas
out of my ***...
    seeing how both the greek,
the plagiarism of the greek (i.e. roman)
and the norse pantheons
became immune
     to what yahweh
         gobbled down,
   eating up the semitic gods
akin to moloch
    and beelzebub...

              oddly enough:
or rather, "oddly engough"...
why should allah be given
the same monotheistic status
fixture to: overcome...
  
   it's not like the hindus will ever
allow their pantheon to be
desecrated...
          
                    hanging on a cross,
a long hanging fruit...
         i guess the time is ripe,
to insult what the jews insulted
to begin with...
         and later discovered:
the war against the mind,
is of equal measure
as the war against the body...

      but with the unearthed
nag hammadi library...
            eh...
                     i'm shuffling my feet...
like hell, i will not find
the slavic pantheon...
         except,
if i walk into the forest,
and start counting pine trees
like matchsticks...
   in an imaginary box,
     in a less imaginary mind...
in the concretes of the brain...

                 transcendence,
by only desecrating,
    once more,
something akin to the library of
Alexandria;
which implies,
each day, and every day,
subsequently,
    from what is garbage,
on part of journalism.

Poems are different
Like people and watches
They take different forms
From odes and to dactyls

A poem could be
A sonnet by Shakespeare
Or maybe you'd like
Funny limericks like Ed Lear

Some poems take shapes
And put them in concretes
While others write lyrics
That keep for them secrets

Many poems have structure
Like haikus and epics
Others float freely
Like elegy ekphrastics

That's it for poems
Though many are left
On this very website
Are some of them kept

Make believe with me
Neath’ the broken glass sky
Tangerine sanguine wish lists
Conjured from cracked concretes
Day dream and miss managed love notes

Make believe with me
Atop two buck Chuck rivers
Surrounded by
Amorphous mountain ranges
Sniff snail trails believed to exist
Only in the blink
Of small, affable children
Whose minds never bend,
Even after their death

Make believe with me
Tangled in torment
Amidst the telling dunes of no time
Oasis’s of rolling oatmeal and
Blind falcons that desire no forearm
Flying only to fly to survive for
Survival, as belief, as love,
Is one of few true desires.

Make believe with me
In the spaces of no space
Where the absence of self
Is nirvana
Where every sense is no sense
And I is you and you we
And nobody

Meet me there
And
Make believe

Let’s dance with eternity