Buried at sea

You and I,
Travelers on the same boat,
Left stranded, rudderless,
Hope drifted, afloat.
The shore seems a distant dream, Mirage like,
Playing, pawing in reality,
Though a false respite it may seem.
The sun burns over our heads,
The salty winds burn our wounds,
The hunger...the thirst,
The darkness, before our eyes,
In broad daylight.
No, we know,
No one is coming to rescue us,
No man or divine intervention,
A watery burial awaits in attention.
The sea, like a wanting lover,
Flows, overflows,
Eager to meet with the land,
Just as disappointed as us,
For a lost horizon.
We know,
Now is the moment to let go,
To forget the dreams and joys of reaching a destination,
It was meant to be,
Our destination was the journey.

Metamorphist 1

Metamorphist 2

i am home

Tears & Turmoil

Angel's wish for feet

Walking Vegetatives

Minds dazed

Eyes glazed

Memories erased

New ones fed through tubes

Lying in the corners of our brains

With no values, no use

Plastic. Silicon. White gold

Fast lives dictated by dark hearts

Walking the dead beat

What was once called a beautiful sun

Is now just heat


Cunning guile

Innocence lost, been a while

Deceptive smiles

Breaking out on the corner of our lips

Like rashes

Bodies smeared with bloodied ashes

Relief, comes now, only in distant flashes


Thought forgot

Sold and bought

Debating blindspot

Reason frozen in a tumorous knot

Opportunism running through the veins

Sensibilities dried up in a clot


Unengaged authoritative

Convenient objective

Provisionally prohibitive

Lying in the corners of a dark underground

An eager to please submissive

Walking vegetatives

Breathing through heavy machines

Injecting cocoon vaccines

By going to sleep is how

Now our day begins