Saturday, September 21, 2013

Summoned Happines

there are joys,
that stir in mind,
of those days
that are beyond
our youth.

Wide open
eyes are filled
with summer rays
that through the
soft rustling leaves
flooded the halls
into the in between of
cemented walls,

those that we
so easily climbed
those that
seemed so high
painted into
the milky blue

and then there are
also those bright
rainy days bathed
with laughter
and growing bodies
drenched and shining
with rainbow colored

From the candle wax
of my youth, sweet
and glittering
are so easily made.

All these I remember
now that my life is in
the quarter moon
and i am waxing onto
the fullness of a future
built with my childhood

Thursday, September 05, 2013


I've always wanted to ask her

"Did you ever own a dildo?"


I've never seen such wit,
Nor felt intelligent candour,
Will I ever see again
Such a mans' man
As Benett.

Sunday, September 01, 2013



When was the last time you sang a song,
or thought of singing, without bothering the
imaginary cats in your mind.

When was the last time your mind
didn't have malice against me,
to what I said.

When was the last time
your ego did not have to break,
for every message you detest.

When was the last
time you picked yourself up,
even when couldn't
and you don't know you can't