Your words now have an insidious effect on me Tedious arguments breaking my heart Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Coz I know you do not give a damn shit You say “There will be time, there will be time” But deep down in…

In the wee hours of the night the standstill can be deafening The others on the way have the same work to keep up with knowing they are there, makes the final hour worth heading toward. Lonely in the quiet of the creative night  there…

Every day I notice that more is gone more and more my thoughts get drawn my thoughts they soar, and my brain is at war when it arrives i will be bygone.

this deep and wicked loves (inspired by phrased found in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot.  These phrases will be in italics in the new poem) we fell into this love deep and wicked piled high with sharp-sided facets we…

my heart walks thee down by the shore our hands barley meet as in the evening we stroll following lines discarded by sea, shells, weeds, broken knees I wonder why, we go so slow, in this lonely hopeless space. the shanty’s stench flows down in…

I greet darkness as an old acquaintance while its shadows dance around me as if pretending to know me for who I was. Those cobblestone roads permeate every aspect of your essence. When the light accosts your very being, it’s time for the night to…

Since we arrived, we rightly rule As Avlem are best placed to do The Empire’s soldiers serve our side We rightly rule, since we arrived. The natives are a sorry lot Who can’t make use of what they’ve got We’re better than them all, by…

you can’t force moments you can’t guide love into a crisis some stories are easier when they come from you but more difficult to tell Do I dare? You ask knowing this question is neurotic in itself  

The universe is infinite. And I am but a speck. So if I tip the scales a bit is there some balance I’ll upset? Or is it possible perhaps that if you gave me half a chance I’d disrupt the status quo and challenge what…

She stood on the street With a bag full of memories Here eyes were wet And brain was dead She didn’t thought this would happen Her calculations were perfect She had figured it all out But guess no one knows Whats ahead Her bag was…