poetry of consciousness

Drunken ghosts

There are times when my hands are unable
to give up, holding a glass a crystal coffer
carrying within a precious lymph of ruby,
one that glorified Dionysus enrapturing mortals
praying for relief, seeking refuge from reality,
maybe even ecstasy. … CONTINUE READING »

Unexpected voyeur

Seated on blue tribal patterns
She plays his body moving fingers
From his sacrum upwards, along
His spine to his neck and down
Again over his shoulders onto his biceps
His pale skin an astronomical map
Made of moles and … CONTINUE READING »

Oceanless

We grew listening to stories
of a past, a time when adventurers
explored the world by navigating oceans,
vast expanses of salted waters,
where hid the biggest mammals known
to mankind as blue whales surrounded
by myriad multifarious animals called … CONTINUE READING »

In three days you taught me silence

Thought I knew what silence was
Until you took me places, no music
In the car nor singing out of tune,
Muted radio only thoughts
Jammed the network with ideas,
Slipping away as fast as they come
Impossibly expressed in … CONTINUE READING »

In reality my dear

Hello dear I love you but
Don’t get too excited as you are not
The only one.
I have loved before
I have loved a million times
In very many different ways.
It was marvellous my dear
Hope you will … CONTINUE READING »

A way to convey

I would like to find a way, to convey
The immensity of a devouring feeling
Slowly eating my entrails as I fail, to unite
My kind in recognition of its nature,
Show them the beauty of their existence
The glory … CONTINUE READING »

A way to convey

I would like to find a way, to convey
The immensity of a devouring feeling
Slowly eating my entrails as I fail, to unite
My kind in recognition of its nature,
Show them the beauty of their existence
The glory … CONTINUE READING »

A matter of apples

We were born from the same womb
She had been there before me and here
Since my beginning, four years older
Than a new-born me, sharing the same genes.
Albeit adults always called us different
Wild frizzy hair indulging my … CONTINUE READING »

A matter of apples

We were born from the same womb
She had been there before me and here
Since my beginning, four years older
Than a new-born me, sharing the same genes.
Albeit adults always called us different
Wild frizzy hair indulging my … CONTINUE READING »

Unifying beauty

She seldomly came out of her abode
Her innate extroversion long caught
In the contorted nets of people’s personality,
Human condition of earthly perditions
Questions of marvel brutally answered
By a succession of experiences revealing harsh truths.
Yet with distance … CONTINUE READING »