Its a conversational piece
There is no other way
Freedom; unlike any other
This is mine
Putting every other poets together
Would not have the same impact
Here; on my own
No help required
beleive me
My own censor would not stop me
Its only a conversational piece
It is no more than a scissor
Tearing the surrounding curtain
But it is what it is
Its a conversational piece
My face; unveiled
My own thoughts Shadowed
Flying high
See; full satisfaction
As well as coming out
You opened the door
Brought me in
There; once again
I am ready for our Friday night out
meet me half way
I will be wearing the purple dress
Charmed in pink
and tonight
Mystery me with your love
And please have mercy on me
Carve your name on my skin
While your hands take their toll
Ssshh be quiet
You woke her up
Yes; its only a conversational piece
It is what it is
nothing but a conversational piece..

more or less
never an average
Too beautiful
Too fat
Too skinny
Too smart
Too dumb
Always more
Always less
Never fully loved
Never hated
Always envied
Always ignored

Let this imagination find you in pearls
In pain, as well as in gracious plains
See; this is the heart
hard labor
Twenty four hours a day
Seven days a week
For this crowned joy
Queen of the queen bees
Travelling through milkyway
pleasing
with distance
elegantly loving
with routine rendezvous
Ahh this thirst,
This glamorous longing
This thirst every morning
It comes to the edges of my mouth
Like a plum slaver on the cliff
like a cliffhanger of the mind
And that very plum perspires on the tips
on this long mountain fingers
This would be the greatest joy
I havent taste anything better than this
So hear now my love
taste this never ending nature's cycle
The waterfall of Nirvana
On this white landscape of your Shadow
Every morning, every night
This will never be a failure
See my love
We are the winners of the year
the most memorable ones
taking chances; in the joyce of this cotton made
tree spent papers
this is deep and sometimes shoal
But I come back to you
To this wonderful red grass of my dreams
Follow me my love
Follow me to the end of time..



age of confession

I hate my past
And I am in love with it
I live with my past everyday
My child is my past
He shares a name with it
A name as my past
The very one I loved the most
His name was Gregory
See this is first
Now you know
I was 18, he was a year older
It was two years ago
He caressed his head
Without knowing he was my child
I can never forget
and it was end of summer
We were face to face ..literally
I couldnt speak
Remember the knot in my throat?
Now you know
his name was Gregory
He shares a name with my child..

see my love is never a lie..
i cannot think of a better way to honor someone
and I honor you everyday right here
on these pages of love
thats what I do best..love deeply..
and show it sincerely..


As much as I am hurting
This is also a pleasure
Like another discovery towards past
Yes;I hate the past
I hate everyone's past
No matter how hard I try
it comes back to me somehow
like a horror show
it pops up in my brain
you wouldnt comprehend; its painful to me
how your current is painful to you
pleasure in pain
'cirque du soleil'
we are like opposite terminals
strangely tied up together
and knot is so strong
Nafile.
(useless) past finds me
Did you have to remind me?
Arent we happy here with what we have?
Why you need the past?
Why? What you will do with it?
What you expect?
Are you doing it to hurt me?
Another kick on the wound
Hit on already hit
My love is precious
Like an antibiotic
And I am saving it to you
Every drop is yours
This is your pharmacy
When Your heart asks
You bring your Shadow to me
But I am always ready for you
Always and forever
I love the umbrella of you
You protect -I cure
We walk together
And I love this pain
...I would take anything from you
pain, rain, chain, vain
you know I would be the first cain
for you I will never be plain..