poetry of consciousness

Think good, speak good, do good

A man once said and the neighbourhood followed,
Think good thoughts, speak good words, and do good deeds.
A secret was bestowed, to live a peaceful life made of free
Will and a choice between good and evil, right and … CONTINUE READING »

Bathing in Plankton

My dear fish I miss your colours
Followed you as best as I could, swam
Twirling next to fearless funny you
Until sunset turned you blue.
Your fading shades disappeared
With the last beam of a long day,
You escaped … CONTINUE READING »

I remember a friend

I loved you since day one but I would lie
If I said I recalled the first moment I saw you,
That instant in which life lavishly decided
To meld your existence with mine sculpting
An eternal bond, a persisting … CONTINUE READING »

I remember a friend

I loved you since day one but I would lie
If I said I recalled the first moment I saw you,
That instant in which life lavishly decided
To meld your existence with mine sculpting
An eternal bond, a persisting … CONTINUE READING »

Peace and Possibilities

It is said, peace is a state of mind and I
Tend to agree albeit I notice environment
Can by all means foster or hinder
Such fragile conquest of a human being.
Though with intelligence and intrinsic creativeness
Discoveries and … CONTINUE READING »

Dedicated to a Crab

Wonder why while picking shells
Cradled by the soothing sound of waves
My pupils dilate to juvenile gleefulness.
The sight of such detail galore excites
My senses afore every shape and line,
Dots colours and spirals elegant adornments
To my … CONTINUE READING »

Dedicated to a Crab

Wonder why while picking shells
Cradled by the soothing sound of waves
My pupils dilate to juvenile gleefulness.
The sight of such detail galore excites
My senses afore every shape and line,
Dots colours and spirals elegant adornments
To my … CONTINUE READING »

Sun Down

I heed its presence as I awake
My eyes struggling to open make their way
Through the curtain and the window
And the leafy branches of the sacred fig tree.
I smile grasping its shades depending on them
I discern … CONTINUE READING »

Too Important

Switch off or at least try to
Seems to be an impossible task
With a mind refusing to follow
A tired spirit a unique will
to surrender. Albeit culture would see it
As an offence to life a debacle
For … CONTINUE READING »

Empty

Empty as my glass I feel the last
Drops of me slither within seeking to abscond,
Abandon my corpse in search of a new abode,
A more vigorous body and a spirited one.
Betwixt diurnal weeps and nocturnal cold sweats… CONTINUE READING »