I cower in her sands Burying my head in her hands I’m transported back home Harkening to little footsteps roam My wife is out with her friends In search of her afterparty cleanse The night is still young I taste its intentions on my tongue Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade The feng shui must compliment the mood Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude She...
He scrubs off the dust Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind His battles with writer’s block Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle Indenting its motives on her corner He fishes his pond for his thoughts Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/ verb - as in psychiatry: -The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed One glance out the window, the moon glows red. Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six. At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock Her face was painted in a painful expression Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom As if it wanted to antagonize her doom She tried her best to mask her suffering But there was just something about her that was puzzling Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain Could she be the one? I had to know her name
The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets At the railway station, I met a small woman with a big suitcase, I offered to carry it for her; little did I know she lived outside the town; it was a burdensome walk on unlit roads At the parvenue cafe, I met a woman I had seen before Short black hair of dubious gender (let them guess) sat drinking Pernod, smoking a cigarette that had the aroma of oriental express I must have seen her before. Was it in...
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet. The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover. The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters; it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
I python a deathly grip Dramatically ensuring they don’t slip The frame cracks from my pressure Almost severing my treasure Four years of married life A beautiful daughter and a loving wife Her fourth birthday was just around the corner The echoes of her laughter in my heart are now stronger Her thirty-fifth birthday came in fast to quickly vanish Her sole desire in life was to learn Spanish
Glass pulverizes under my feet Grinding its teeth as they escort me to my seat My heart malleated its...
Why do you still hold on to that foolish hope? Surely you know that you are better suited alone Why lie that anyone should care for you? You take without guilt or discrimination Do not pretend to have grown a conscience How do you think yourself good? You only speak to them when you want something And leave them unable to answer You will always hunger Always thirst And never learn
It is beautiful raining morning. The traffic is set like military greetings the flag. The red light of the cars decorate the blurry view through the torring rain pour. And the windscreen clean gently waving left and right and believers waving hand in worship.
From my window I glance at the beauty of the nature.
It was all quiet. The rain beating the earth like Chinese "gaogu" Rythme with the cars engines.
Her perfect body sculpted by the suprime God himself, appear at the gaze of all.