Writing
2009
In time of crisis
In time of crisis extreme ideas tend to gain adherence. Desperate humans are inclined to…
The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see
nothing
is nothing to be seenOmeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myself
Like an immortal, aware
Of my infinity, senselessIn stamba
From the roof she screamed
From the building aside of my aspiration of her
Only when the river drenchedThe System(atic)
The economy is a decaying corpse and, for our own sake and health, the rotten stiff must be…
Among it
Glancing, life was a burial procession
I melted with the crowd toward the grave
A yell from ground raped my toesForgiveness
Kill me in the open view
Where the seen is unreal
Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other oneJohn 2nd
Today another angel had died
A world is marching to prayer
A thought of good andEvery
Every moment that slaps one's conscious existence, could be a halting point or a jolting…