Category: Reflections

Like, a good ole Indian, I only tell no tale Keeping humming silence, disturbing Not a neighbor next to my tomb. Pain used to be a thing, no wonder how it turns to pleasing flames, temporary meals for other suckling kittles Maybe, a tumor some had to cut, properly to find, they are just another… Continue reading EX (X)

When a peacock feather is a favored kippah shadows are scattering all around the walking poles As many as the lamp posts above, and as much as the confined eruptions on their shoes- Don’t we have to calm down, At this age, we’re still quarreling with cones of ice-cream! It worth no mention for every… Continue reading EX (IX)

An itching to strike another, before the illusion of being the last one gets extinguished. A lit butt in the crowded cell of no lighter shadows, smoky silhouettes, and maybe ghosts exchange butts’ embers, long after the cell lights were off. A worn-out kid in the corner shakes “what’s fair in this!” With fellow exclaimers,… Continue reading EX (VIII)

Like a sink’s drain no scent even of alcohol, to halt the invisible counter wise spinning- the third Moriai is always but needy turning roast once over embers, and once over ice; They say it is a mass revolution, just to revolve around another or others. although it has been long since she has gone… Continue reading EX (VII)

It is that terrible, with every odd is it general, or you the only one meant! Left to feed pigeons with nothing to fix nor bless, farther. No risk on handling this crowded node which is nothing but a piece of play clay that forms and colorized according to your whispering commands, though reluctant, they… Continue reading EX (VI)

As usual, you’ll never feel normal, again a company but of ghosts Masks are tiresome unnecessities, to tread on sidewalks, totally unknown nor the fake pearl, the bead of glass That shines under the pants’ belt behind. Sunrises and set, moon phases, also are something so-long terms obsolete, If worthy, you may give any emptiness… Continue reading EX (V)

Illusioned, as wide as a wounded wolf would breathe Hills, cactuses, and creatures do pass by; though some may bandage their marks of thorns and bullets only a load over the horizon is left, with a laming shame suckling four, of puppies. The finger is all we give, since a brother had been killed armed… Continue reading EX (IV)

Watching birds and flies, accordingly Wouldn’t harmonize to your wearily, indulgent eyes, tuning resonance by Browsing reasoning of spectra, around. Distractions keep destroying, branching of the serial flow of letters, being barely leaped over rhyme and beat Claiming, each one, that It was the igniter And everlasting fuel for passion. As neutral a bird, a… Continue reading Self-Defense

A Yeltsin, mic, and CNN May sustain a democracy but, to creat one Is a bitter joke. Winds pump Independent flags, Which feed on foreign Aids A handful elit satiate, and Breakin’-fast runaways reach consensus: Freedom is another trap!

It is someone’s chair, Headache! Spare it for them, if you And demons around want to be- Not, To burn the rubbish inside all at once. Pray you! keep the skull a minor peace And take the longest of time flaming a few yards apart. Doctors of all specializations Have done up bored with this… Continue reading EX (II)