I am
shutters passively flinging
In the wind.
swirling locusts,
An exploding dirty Moment,
A ghost with a despairing belly,
Striking itself with knives of sunshine,
To nurture friendly pain,
Imagining only a well, (an emblem)
 And A wife...
Here I am!
 Where's only one true vision?

A vision inside a flickering moment
 of Flesh
Thrown into war, the cold
Struggling ( Read more... )

Watching the sky flow an arctic sea, and feeling the dance and the shiver
 a smoking cigarette,
 waltzing rain, on the shoulders of awakened dormant earth snaking beneath,
garbling rapid words
gridded to alphabets, mirages, sentiments
all intelligence
stuffed with feeling. plush fairy tales
And looking at the sky with a moon so solid, eclipsed, filled ( Read more... )

Tight calibrated in the moonlight soothed but spry, laughing ones face off - give away ( Read more... )

In a small dirty hospital room in Marseilles ( Read more... )

In a park full of golden roses, a blue bird screeches ( Read more... )

Any successful creative awakening starts out as a fierce fiery torrent that burns, decimating walls and melting away shackes. Yet this inferno gradually diminishes to a lick of flame fine enough to pass into the eye of a needle. And a needle is meant to sew

a flash, a sudden monstrous smile ( Read more... )

Which one the fairer - a juicy flower streaking towards the sun or a flower made of stone?
Let my steps be light, like crushed granite carried by the wind!

 unkempt realities washed over him like countless rolling geysers gushing at the surface of the sun, madly dancing - a myriad stars inside every dew drop. and unbelievable tension throbbed at his mind as he longed to join in the unconditional play of things, at once resolutely and frivolously, but the fireworks of light confused him in their ( Read more... )

The inmate spoke loudly in a slow measured voice. Its deep melodic tone echoed through the halls forming immaculate and consistently remarkable sentences. I’ve never heard someone speak so eloquently… I listened and recorded. In the same vein, he went on and on. Never once did I want to tell him to minimize the details. Everything seemed ( Read more... )