Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I become.

The night stealthily spreads its shroud

Over the unsuspecting twilight.

And as the sun sets over the horizon,

I become.

I become,

And I dig inside the hallowed depths

Of the unforgiving night.

In the thoughtless void

Of a midnight’s dream.

I dig, and find a pearl.

A pearl of reality

In the harlotry of illusions.

I sit and breathe,

Drenched in the incompleteness that overflows.

And in the tear-stained ink

Of a ripped soul,

I write a poem that never comes.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


The birth-root of a poem,

in the vagrant depths of the anonymous.

And the birth-pangs felt,

in the heart of the surreal.

A moment of deathly ecstasy,

in the living catacombs of existence.

...A celebration of life.

A God of all that is human.

And the godliness, of all that is humane.

Risen from the dust, with the dust, into the dust.

In the drunken madness, of all that is sensual,

is a bliss of the transcendent.

...And a song, of all that is commonplace...rhythms its music,

with the footsteps of the beyond!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A poem.

The deathly silence,

in the space between two breaths.

And the gospel of life,

in the painful lump in a broken throat.

The vagrancy of the unbound..

And a dew-drop of abstraction,

on the palms of the material.

..A poet's paradise!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011


I am not me.
I am the search for myself.
A wilderness, a chaos.
I'm the one who made me.
I'm the one who breathes through me.

I'm not the one who lives;
I'm the one who killed me.