words

a couple

and some more

spinning ‘round his head

threatening

to not be spoken

lest it make space

for others

of its creed.

repeat.

wrench

when
you
hurt

where
do 
you
point
the 
gun?

carry your cross

and when the time comes

He will carry you over His shoulder

inside out

to crispen your soul

soar

it is not those beautiful feathers you fly with; for flying, it is wings you need.

let me bask in the sun

oh! what do you know

how much fun it was

to toss you around

and lose you

oh my! 

do lose me too.

look into my eyes

and lie to me

I will believe you

we re

If you really want to hear about our story,
you'll probably want to know how we first met, 
and what our lousy first date was like,
and when we first kissed,
and how we decided to make this our little world,
and all that mushy crap they feed you in the movies, 
but if you want to know the truth, let me not begin.

i

the world's a crcus

romeo

I remember places by the way they taste

once

it was a wicked Friday evening,

an evening akin to the final chapter of a gripping romantic tale,

and he didn’t know what he was doing in office.

(look here)

we interact not with words, nor gestures; we sit beside each other and stare into spaces that we know in our hearts are only ours

thou shalt

keep firing

fictitious bullets

into facts

to breaketh

the sharply design'd

constructeth of thy foe
- penultimate commandment; the courtroom

I propose
you drift with me
into nothingness,
float around
borderless spaces, 
experience a certain
lightness of being

I pray not

for wisdom;

if it so came

with the tooth

I’d have it extracted

envy

live my life on lease

for a while

then, you may choose

to play it till the end

this is the least

i can do, my dear friend

to heal you

the artist

"trust me", he said

"you'll forget it all within a second", snapping his fingers

"i assure you am not jealous", he said
"i just wish you dead for following my dream"

you're most vulnerable when you think you're invincible, and you are

those pictures are the only proof she has left

of how much her parents once loved each other

the prestige

what's going on?! I was to be him by now.

oh, what's the world come to. a yawn travels faster than a smile.

never man

a boy, not a man
no matter how much I can
take on
hold on
carry on
a boy, not a man
no matter how much I can
lay out

make out

break out
a boy, not a man
for I never can

"i want to have your children", she whispered in his ear pouring out some oil into the boiling cauldron.

rear view mirror

let me begin from the start

where I am

at the fag end of my life

in the hope I can live

twice

calypso

“there came a day

the fiery red lips

decorating the lord’s bed

were caught slyly pouting

at the butler”, described

the watchmaker

“and the triumphant servants 
broke into a boisterous roar”

#

i tread along your eyelid, over tears for boulders

tattoo nation

scraping those wounds

must become a habit;

unless, you are better

at narrating stories

from the past.

then, it is

scars you must go for

#

I will sleep for you

dream your dream

take the pain away

#

i wrote this in slow mo

#

a loafer of a bread

flippant desires

you lead me to a place

I have been before

only now

my beard excites the trolls

and they remain

tempting as ever

#

scaredscarredsacred

the lakehouse

when the pendulum swings

disproportionately to the

settling sand

dimensions of space

aren’t linear no more

you only have a split second

to decide where you ought to be