Tuesday, March 24, 2009


this is where i refuse to be,
this place of glass half-full,
i’d rather be half-empty, with
possibility of peeking over the brim,
being swept away,

this is the place i loathe to be,
complacent in mediocrity,
happy in the average,
where risks mean loss, and
lost without challenges,

i want there,
that place of intense toil,
infinite struggles,
everyday misery,
defeat and anguish,

i want that place, of
forever hunger,
defeating odds, where
tomorrow may be what it is, but
it will be my best.

Saturday, March 14, 2009


the elephant is its own beast,
you see the tail,
i, the trunk,
the task, however
remains daunting,
the middle ground?
may already have been trampled.


much as the dead carrying the dead,
clean of morals, to be dealt
anecdotes, to be shared
the shame, however,
lingers, enough,
the pyre,
of wayward hopes, and
lofty dreams,
a lesson in caution,
a moral in precaution,
happiness (lies) in mediocrity,
and hence,
the next pyre,

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


this is how we die,
each day,
every day,
like the ardor that cooled,
over years,
without choice,
a little by force,

this is how we die,
a thousand deaths,
with each passing day,
when thoughts remain,
(but) in you.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


of the many.