Wednesday, November 24, 2010


the puzzle is done,
with pieces to spare,
weaving a mystery,
all their own,

swept up,
swept away,
swept under, and
wept over,

they remain,
narrating an endless story,
without meaning.

Friday, November 12, 2010


we tread lightly,
lest the past be woken,
we speak softly,
lest the past be woken,
we breathe not at all,
lest the past be woken,

what if the past is here to stay,
despite all of it,
lightly tread,
softly spoken,
hardly breathed,
all of it.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


what of wants?,
without needs,

what of lust?,
without love,

what of words?,
without meaning,

what of existence?,
without conviction,

what of life?,
without hope,

what of me?,
without the past.

Thursday, October 14, 2010


if you let yourself go?,
where will you go?,

what we have is never what we want,
what we want never what we need,
what we need never what we get,
what we get may just as well be well deserved,

if you let yourself go?,
will you go far from here?,

where to?,
from here?

Friday, October 1, 2010


we refuse,
pretending deeper thoughts,
feigning greater worries,
what is greater,
than hunger,
however ?

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


the muse pleads,
for one last rendition,
of thought-art-imagination,
all one has to offer, is
ineffectual capers,
of inconsequential lives,
the muse or me ?

Friday, September 17, 2010


(no){w}here is,
the fine line,
suffocating life, and
breath taking death.

Monday, September 6, 2010


we strip ourselves,
of our names, and fame (?),
we strive to be forever-wise,
a mere thought, an idea,
our shame, however,
will forever remain our shroud.


looking at me,
are those crimson tinged eyes,
are the tears done ?,
or are these the remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

seeking me,
are true love's words,
are they your first ?,
or are they remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

the eyes speak myriad emotions,
the words weave a million webs,
for whom ?, one wonders ?,
did i not already last night ?,
good times !


we pretend to care,
as we move through our days,
that lonely old woman,
trying to make it to the next,

little boys and their refused childhoods,
girls that squeeze through hoops,
of metal,
and life,

we pretend,
of bigger worries,
we gaze at our scars,
the physical and the not so,

we worry that little itch,
while our soul,
soothes itself away,
as we enter the gates,

of our reality and dreams,
built on those left behind,
but mostly on our souls,
a little bit everyday.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


we judge others,
for all that we hold dear,

we judge others,
for our desires,
passions, and
guilty pleasures,

we judge others,
lest they judge us,

we judge others,
for our righteousness,
our integrity, and
for the lack of it all.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


brings strength,
no fear,

brings pride,
no shame,

there is plenty,
to be,
by oneself,

just to be,
is all of it.


i can walk away,
while you stay,
watching me,
wander away,

will i get anywhere ?,
will i find myself ?,
i cannot, and neither
can you say,

should i try ?,
should i leave ?,
these are questions,
answered when time replays,

when i see you again,
where i left you,
to lose, and
find my way again.

Friday, August 6, 2010


what was broken,
will forever remain undone,
what remains,
will forever be less,

what is today,
can never be lived tomorrow,
what is tomorrow,
will forever be far away,

what are dreams,
will never be reality,
this reality,
never ideal,

to live by,
to die for ?.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


what if there are no pictures ?,
to reflect passion,
none for love,
none for belonging, and
none merely, of
us ?

what if there was no us ?,
to call each our own ,
none for forever,
none for knowing, but
just you, and merely
me ?

Friday, July 9, 2010


what of ebbs without flow?
what of droughts without floods?,

what of tears without laughter?,
what of misery without happiness?,

what of pain without pleasure?,
what of death before life?,

what of questions without answers?,
what of this glass half full?,

what of me after that fact?.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


you will ?,
be more,
a friend,
if i reveal,
if i do not,
( )
so what ?

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


what if ?,
you can
never forget ?,

what if
you can ?,
never forget.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


much to say,
nothing to silence,

much to see,
nothing to perception,

much to feel,
nothing to experience,

much to words,
nothing to mean,

much to emptiness,
nothing to scribe.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


sometimes there is nothing to say,
nothing to silence,

no acrimony,
nothing to anger,

no barter,
nothing to berate,

no despair,
nothing to drown,

no acceptance,
nothing to approve,

when you walk away,
there just is nothing,

was this elisabeth's hell ?,
'tis my heaven.

Monday, March 15, 2010


tears fall freely,
in tiny drops,
now a rivulet,
an angry torrent,

some wiped away,
some to the floor,

claiming more,
than yourself,


nothing beautiful,
nothing sweet,
little salty,
lot blurry,


Sunday, March 14, 2010


the word is a web of its own,
of thoughts and emotions,
circumstances and choices,
truths and lies,
realities (more than one ?),
and imagination,
whatifs and whatnots,

why is a world of its own,
without room, for
why me ?


darkness shimmers,
over simmering silence,

each for other,
one for all,

dark silence,
endures silent darkness,


all for none.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


disconcerting silence,
punctuates unspoken words,

the meaning in chaos,
displaces the chaos in meaning,

all in one,
one for all,



Saturday, March 6, 2010


encounter millions,
see thousands,
recognize hundreds,
acknowledge tens,
(mis)understand (n)one,
(not) me ...

Saturday, February 27, 2010


now, here.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


what of these emotions ?,
If not fallow ?,

What of these reactions ?,
If not hollow ?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


what of lives ?,
without passion ?,

what is obsession ?,
if not ?,

the passion to cease,
the obsession to perpetuate ?,

what of one ?,
without the other ?,

yesterday and tomorrow ?,
what of today ?,

ying and yang ?,
what of us ?,

life and death ?,
what of existence ?,

all or nothing ?,
what of mediocrity ?,

what of this ?,
any of this ?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


those memories have been set ablaze,
in the darkest corners of this graveyard, which
i will visit,

i am here today,
i will tomorrow, and

‘tis after all my mind,

there will be no flowers,
no sorry looks,
repentant words,

tears will follow, for
what was done,
was allowed,

‘tis after all my being.


much of this is mine,
how much yours?,

the pain is mine to bear,
no consequences for you ?,

i am less,
are you more ?,

you, my everyday reality,
i, a distant dream ?,

you, my muse,
i, just another ?,

you , my first,
was i the last ?

Saturday, January 2, 2010


such is how the new begins,
in old ways, and
practiced indifference,
in memories, and

the urge is strong,
resistance compelling,
herald the new,
into the old, and

there may be,
no mystery, in this
malady, but
certainty, in this