Hairbreadth of a distance from the illusions I recreate Stone's throw from your abuses indiscriminate The chasm where your breath still...

Scribbled-out calender Diaries dog-eared Journals disowned Photos pared Bin-bags filled to the brim never to see eyes that can blink...

No shape to fill no form to tell Colour and taste scale from none to any possible Making up two thirds of me and the planet Filling up...

Walk in the woods and be missed for the trees Not a lone rose swaying proud but one among the leaves many Stroll in the street and talk...

Hills are waiting Oceans all ears Hope pulsing air Time to advance what's fair Yes, we can and yes, we will A gift from our time to a...

Mock my patience feet planted on earth Mock my shape stuck in which I'm forever Mock my loneliness no company of starlets Yet O moon I am...

Peering through leaves, between boughs crooked Making faces many riding whorls and waves Long having left its perch high up in the...

A century worth of yawns give or take Sighs fifty-two to fill each Seven blinks, seven winks a night or a day Dreams, nightmares...

A day unlike any Moon blending into dusk Noon stealing hues from eve Clouds undecided moving, unmoving riding the winds still Sky leaning...

Tickets booked- well in advance Itinerary chalked- to the last detail Routes planned- heading straight to paradise skipping the purgatory...

Parched lips droopy eyes Breath giving up on life Done with myself tired of trying Embracing illusions owning the misunderstandings Long...

Last, last, last. Looks like the day that'd spell its end Winter that's spread its wings beyond spring. Sun hesitant. Blossom undecided....

Half-eaten, digested fully -- Leaves of mulberry. Weaving a cocoon, girting my being -- I am ready. To sleep within the ignorant bliss --...

Days mostly spent without thy presence felt Nights lost to slumber without thee by my side An occasional glimpse a waylaid breeze as if...

Sneaking past sunrise Cheeky sliver amid twigs A flower new blooming "Moon-flower" if you will

Dropping the guard Severing all facade Here I am A man that can Just a lover be

Everyone is trying to tell God how to do his job. Makes me think God must really like the atheists.

"Forgive me", said she. "What's there to forgive?" said he. "You don't need forgive the ones you love truly." continued he. "You never...

Dreams await past the threshold of day yet again As I succeed at keeping myself occupied with mundane yet again Staring at the shallow...

Cut me to pieces grind me to grain Whole I'm always whole I remain Not a human being searching a mate Just a stone without a soul or mate