Writing
2009
The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see nothing is nothing to be seen
Omeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myself Like an immortal, aware Of my infinity, senseless
In stamba
From the roof she screamed From the building aside of my aspiration of her Only when…
The System(atic)
The economy is a decaying corpse and, for our own sake and health, the rotten stiff…
Among it
Glancing, life was a burial procession I melted with the crowd toward the grave A yell…
Forgiveness
Kill me in the open view Where the seen is unreal Pick up a stone from…
John 2nd
Today another angel had died A world is marching to prayer A thought of good and
Every
Every moment that slaps one's conscious existence, could be a halting point or a jolting spring.…