when  I think of you, flowers sprout in my grave…

here, a trail of perfect almosts..

us, a tale of broken promises..

we could have been glorious…







Summer haze…

morning comes with joy, the flowers laugh too…

here, the end is near I see it..

I should be happier, my attachments hold me.

These people, this city, familiar auras.

This life I know, these street turns I have mastered.

but change is inevitable…


I try to breathe bigger..

walk these roads longer.

Drink these last moments… slowly.

I said a prayer then another..

I hope when the universe pulls us all apart, I hope the rift is not too wide…

however,hope is a fools delight….

I always wondered what bitter sweet tasted like…this is it.







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Today, the Eiffel Tower will go dark for Florida

just like Vegas and the ones before her.

We will pack our condolences in gift baskets in attempt to band aid this hurt.

Hushed prayers will be offered, hashtag’s will fly.


Seconds will crawl into days, weeks would pass..

we will grit our teeth and walk the walls of forgetfulness.

Another white male will loose stability

Eiffel tower goes dark……again.



Of old wars.


Sitting cobwebbed in 2013s dairy,

my resolutions mock me. 

I see them, smirking, daring me, coaxing,

wishing i’d make another eager attempt at self deceit…

self deceit is a brand of death.


Auras of clean slates or freshness elude me,

Still, my heart leaps for the unknown…

peace is paramount, happiness is violently impending…

I stay open to closing in on all I need for the next 365….

this is not poetry,

just ramblings and old wars….










I must tell you a secret.

I have been dining with death,

an old friend he is. Resourceful one.

I like the way he gives me ideas..

so much peace in having options…


you must tell no one.


Facile à vivre



They say I am easy going,

easy to go…in..

easy to go,

like easy to leave.

I always wondered why they never stayed.

#how easy




vilag ii.

I have told a lie,

a tale so white it blurred truth.

bring me darkness, I crave it.

leave me be,

let it wrap me in familiar bands,

I have made allies with its silence, learnt to work its curves.

let me walk the streets of murk, just for a moment,

I need to see clearer.

how can dawn come if dusk hovers not?

leave me in gloomy pools,

I have swarm long enough to learn to float.





I’m attracted to light.

in skin,cities and teas too.

I have swam in too much darkness to let my self drown there.


Sinners thoughts.


I wonder,

does he grow weary of dirty hosannas and wilful sins?

does he choke on smoke from burnt offerings?

does he forgive himself for all the forgiveness he gives?

does he grow tired from looking down?


I wonder,

maybe he wishes for friends not worshippers?

with knowledge so vast, does he walk on crazy streets?

does he grow bored of his magic?

does his miracles excite his soul?



It must be lonely to be God.



Sitting frog legged,

mind pregnant, sweet nothings. 

look, how the sky changes hue.

feel the wind loose its warmth.

my skin quivers from colds kisses.

A plane lands, too many leave.


how familiar,

the changes, the cold, the take offs…

how you…