I often think of the UniverseIn a literal sense: uni verseA song blaring through the cosmosRiding on energyA song no one can hearOr maybe the astronauts doA song formed of just one verseOne sentence. No one knows of.Uni verse. A song beyond our limit of language.Perhaps just a sound or just a code containing the … Continue reading Uni Verse →

The Muse left without warningRhyme disappearedThoughts mellowed and frozeFeelings numbed without drowning in alcoholTears refused to flowHurt doesn't feel the right to feel hurt anymoreFeelings feel ashamed to come forth and take the center stageIt's been too long to keep retelling the same taleIt changes nothingIt doesn't have the power to bring back what used … Continue reading Words Don’t Turn to Verse No More →

Love is not my cup of tea, he saysBut the truth isLove was very much his cup of teaHe drank it dailySipped every drop freeEvery drop was a drop of EcstacyPure, filled with blissNectar of lifeUtterly divineTill one day his heart was brokenOr rather it was the cup that was shatteredWith everything else that matteredThe … Continue reading Not My Cup of Tea →

Years ago I was intrigued by the question"How to make everlasting memories?"Not the facts, not everythingI just wanted to remember thoseLittle things, those sweet momentsThat exchange of words in faith.I thought I had found the answer:An automatic intense focus plusreplaying the memories in the mindseemed to do the trick.There I was, remembering everything. But there … Continue reading Clean the Slate →

Oh the moodsThe moods that swingAren't they the real muse after all? The words are lostThe man is stuckNo new passion in the air that calls A personOr a passionTo be in the arms of I long forElse, life is dullWake, eat, work, entertainAnd weep to sleep in a lonely bed Turning your passion into … Continue reading The Moods That Swing →

Maybe what you're looking for is no longer where you lost it.Maybe what you're looking for is staring you right in the faceWhile you're desperately, frantically looking for it somewhere else.Maybe finding what you're looking for needs a shattering of your beliefsAfter all, what you believe might not necessarily be trueHow can you really know?You … Continue reading Advice to Self →

The ship had sunken before, tooTo the deep, dark depths of the ocean floorThough the loss had appeared to be great and clearly definedThe sailor survived, floating to the surface in an imaginary bubble of own device. This time thoughThe loss isn't apparentBut the problem isThe anchor hasn't found a resting place yetAnd the sailor … Continue reading The Ship →

My emotions are volatile.Anger turns to hurtturns to guilt turns to calm.And then they take a tripon the merry-go-round. Mark my words, but don't.They change day-to-day.Mood change six times a daydictates their sway.I don't mean anymorewhat I said yesterday.The warning has been issued:Don't hold me for what I say. The ghost still walks beside me.It … Continue reading Volatile Mess →

Hope--you gotta crush it sometimes.No matter how much its flame flickers up from the ambers to survive.But when it runs wild to things unattainable or blasphemousYou gotta kill it sometimes.Tell yourself it's done for.Tell yourself it won't revive.Make-believe, do whatever it takesBut stomp it out, you must.And hope that it would remain that wayAt least … Continue reading Kill the Hope →