Monday, November 24, 2014


Traces of verse were sprinkled in between the lines
the poet and entourage had less than nothing to say
not a single drop of rhythm was spilled over the poem
tempo was assumed once the dormant note was played
ears were in tears as they were listening to what was said.



Layers upon layers of memory traces
Peeled like skin as removed from flesh
Meticulous, not a drop of blood spilled
Smooth as close shave on rough face.

Longing to share some canny thoughts
Which are due to arrive any time soon
With icing on top, there might be hope 
Still, whatever happens we could cope.

Fur crawled from underneath the skin
There is no telling what's hidden within
It’s not any more where once it's been
Why just pretend as though never seen
You can read it right here on the screen.



An angel fell 
from the sky
into the ocean 
of my dreams
with a big splash!.
My tide came up
waves hitting
the shores of my mind…
This was a wet dream
sweat, tears and more.
She was sinking fast
headlong, I dove deep
grabbed her by the hair
held her in my arms
gave her the mouth to mouth.
I woke up soaking wet
drenched in steaming sweat
missing the dream I had
going right back to bed.