Tag: life
Rivera
The longing to be like the river: having neither mind nor beating heart that may stop every rushing flow toward One one of the great oceans—an upside down sky, such is the view of the roaring river. If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth If a river can…
Visitations
It seems to come only in short whispers but leaves a tinge of hues so strong that though no one can see, It is known to so many others of the alternate Real there are several rooms of one immeasurable house the imaginary palace has taken over Its master calling consciousness back to wherever It…
some day sudden dog days
Autumn whisper
Maybe we had once driven through a windy town to a rundown dinerWhere a song about sadness of a past time lingeredin happy notes over fruity tones from carelessly made coffeeI had hoped in this life you’d have more of those for me to see It is not that we ought to, but only that…
Projection
I am closing my eyes as the gentle up-and-down of this music carry me through the faint tangibility of my soul I’ve turned back to the music, the mysticism of art as my tears have now started to fall and I risk drowning in my nature I am silent, stuck and shaking, nervous as is…
Secrets of a rainy night
On the roof is confrontation that strangely comforts me and my little brothers, asleep through this pitter-patter. In our room, it resonates this sound, through this this noise: they can sleep lying dogs after a long day and I in here can breathe, stay still, finally, still. The rain seeps through the ceiling making our…
‘Riveted’
A magic pill that brings forth wakefulness instantaneously to my sleeping hippocampus sedated by the lullof every ticking time bombs: dead-lineswhere the living humans lie—this word is my panaceathat an unseen spirit injects often without consentlike emergency aid before all is too lateand there is no one in the roombut the patient and the medicine…
초코파이
There was a box of choco piemeant for youleft behind the hidden door of the pantryback there in the place where home meant alonefor me, at least, that was what I had wantedunless otherwise meant I could walk you backto where you had wanted to beI think it was October too that was supposedlya last…
Being, doing, tiring
I heard it was said that resistance is a form of anger what then is this anger for? I cannot even see it only feel the tingles underneath my eyes Burning, oh, how they burn The yellow light from the distance remind me of hope, some home far away Except that home is not mine,…
I am No One
I am no one There is no one that is myself so how can I be free from that image, a reflection holding my hands and mouth bound by the distortion of the glass mirror There is no one, no one here so how can anyone scream, begging for liberty no one is here to…