Who are you when nobody’s watching? Nothing Blank and empty Sweeping my feet along the tiled flooring Wearing soiled clothes from the day before Still dragging along what yesterday gave me That’s who I am when nobody watches me
Demigods that cry silently in the night
Lights flash,Nights pass bylike leaves falling from a shedding treeThe feeling of nothingnessAmidst all the noiseall the traffic and chaosSeems like this world is mineAnd only that which i want, will enterMakes me feel like Godand yet at night i cryWail, like a kidHowling at the moon (god?)
doors painted black with no entry signs, that you’d rather leave behind
By experience i have learntThat it is better to keep that door shutIts contents are unstableflammable,and chaotic.I instead walkStraight past itthinking it is better untouchedAnd that my rhythm continuesBut where will I get my poetry from?
Smoke rising from a cliff and into the labyrinth
you make me feel like smoke rising from a hundred cigarettesBitter , strong and burningLike a thousand trees cut and burntDark, coal , lost in the smokeAbout time I awoke from this nightmareAnd let it gosmoke in my lungsAs I walkSun sets on the horizonI inhale the last of the smokethat held me captive ExhaleFrom… Continue reading Smoke rising from a cliff and into the labyrinth
When ghosts of the past emerge ones that you buried, demons , dark matter and others of the same kind from deep within as if just waiting for the right temperature or situation to bloom and take over, like a disease hidden deep under ice for centuries it begins to gnaw at every piece of… Continue reading (dont)tremble
Blotched sheets and a shit life
Blood trickles from my noseand only this liquid that flows , I can seeFrom my side eyed viewLying down upon my bedthat has become my home,my work station and my play ground these days. It moves slowly,a warm liquid gracing all that it toucheswith a comfortable numbness It says that it is time,that with this… Continue reading Blotched sheets and a shit life
Give me wordsdirect and plainpiercing through this heart,to its deepest corners Not rhymes,not attractionBut words that speak from gradual and slow observationfrom experience and faith Give me words,that mean somethingnot just anythingnot the blurting out of intellectbut one of actual deliberation and thought. Give me words,that satisfy this heartwhile it yearns to find the right… Continue reading Words.
the rest is a trance, but you are not.
let the silent night inlet it whisper its secrets to youas the moon settles high aboveand trees fizzle down from dancing to the winds of the evening ; let stillness settleand hear what it has to saylet your deepest yearnings surfacelet things be clear and stilllike a full moon nightlet them inlet them whisperwhat you… Continue reading the rest is a trance, but you are not.
As all the alcohol settles inenter the pleasant feeling of a buzzall the noise and chatterengaging funSomething weird ; like a beep in the ear:Ignore it You play a few games and it feels swell to be thereaway from the pain and clamourfrom what actually mattersSoak in the wetness of that worldas I learn to… Continue reading Poles apart
Parched lands, Dry ,dusty, rustyFlowing and resting to the whims of the windin summer But when rain - drops on parched lands, they come to lifelike a chemical reaction of sortsa burst of energysmelling pleasantgiving life to a million others In a few days the rains go backand the lands are back to their depths… Continue reading Parched