(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness.
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
Filled with sins, Lying in bed, No fear though, Limitless mindset Body to bear,
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
And I raged against my side of th… Only a howling wind to cover my ra… I struck the wood with fists blood… A useless endeavor, unforgivingly… I grew tired of reflections
And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness