Few yellow pages, Some sun-kissed words, One bright, buoyant and beautiful prose.

It’s one of those nights when I try to forget you (when I try to set free the stars of your memory)   The ink flows and speaks of you   you become my muse   And I’m left with a notebook full of you….

We sneaked into an old  abandoned gym   alone with the dusty equipments surrounded by Grey floor, cream walls and rustic windows   I was on the bench press when I saw your face upside down   you helped me lift a heavy iron barbell…

Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly   loosing its red to my tongue.   lingers on my tongue.   my tongue wants more.

In Bitter Darkness In bitter darkness dwells a troubled mind. While longing for a true love to adore, Deep loneliness is all that it can find. Sweet fantasies play brief and then rewind, Deep midnight dreams upon a rocky shore, In bitter darkness dwells a…

Cunning fox, lithe red form and brave, black bear lead the girl over sidewalk through concrete jungle decorated with a spray can among leftover flora. Or maybe, she leads them.

Memories are nasty things Kicking up dust Settling into corners Sometimes, yesterday Weighs so heavy I cannot get out of bed My therapist says I live In the past, forget today He lacks credibility, though right It’s his talk of religion I mistrust, foul concept…

Look at the sun, What do you see? The star, God Feel heat or a motivator? Which tells you That one will always rise again!   Look at the moon What do you see? A lover, A satellite Feel nice or strength ? Which tells…

There are many, One path is crowded, Another maybe stranded And there is one more, Which you will discover on your own.   Thinking that you lost it, or its too late Isn’t the solution, Yes we must stand up To open our own gates….