I’ve been like an obedient dog Waiting for attention Begging for affection throw me a little treat And I’ll rub your feet Come and go as you wish and when you come back You will find your favorite dish Loving you Endlessly Obediently There’s something…

 I hope for a place, To subsist in harmony, Is this point anywhere? Please, tell me where it is!   I hope for a place, With hope and faith, Do you know this space? Please, guide me!   I hope for a place, To rest…

Mechanism   We were gears Turning, ticking next to each other I to my part, and you to yours It worked, it seemed, But we only turned in circles, idling, lost And then you got caught You stopped revolving, stayed still The sound of metal…

  Silence falls tonight, my eyes unable to see my lovely silver orb of light. I see no heavens, no earth, no beacons of light, shining from millions of miles away in the celestial seas of unknown delights.   So many unknowns I’ve dreamt about,…

Wrapped in the moonlight, I tell him everytime, Hold me tight, hold me tight, Let me feel the balmy breeze, And let it nestle in my soul, Don’t let me go away, Just hold me tight, hold me tight, Across the valley, Hand in hand,…

I feel the Vibration Of bass and tamber echo Through my bones As I breathe in breaths of Pink moscato. With curtains open, Open wide like blue Caffeinated eyes, The world can see us Dancing Bare-legged and laughing. There are passing eyes Moving with the…

Awake . . .  My eye are open My mind is still sleeping; In a way. I want to go back to sleep; Still I am here… Creating… Not very well . . I’d venture, right now. This is not my time . . ….

You say You haven’t got time Well, darling I’ve got news for you You have Less than you think

Why I started writing.. Collecting hundred of thoughts collecting memories.. but where are they? After years, when we grow old, wrinkled, skinny, blind.. we forget evething.. only blur images left in mind. I started to write.. to save all the moments of life every piece…

Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time when you think back on the small, unimportant things Past glories fade into nothingness Past defeats still sting though perhaps not as much The ritual of buying a can of coffee from the vending machine on…