There was this hollowness
An emptiness.
Fears source
Lack of substance.
No real weight
yet still somehow dense.
Perhaps a deficit of purpose
Helpless Alone
It felt cold.
Heart so bloody heavy.
Stomach void.
Confusing really…
supposed to fall but
somehow afloat.
Perhaps the inevitability of the fall
Looming and beckoning.
Today or tomorrow. Does it even matter?
Who’s in control?
Anxiously ponders.
Dreary and regretful
The stillness. Daunting.
To nowhere… a race wild.
Lost in circles



I see myself in the woods
hiding in the canopy
staring vacantly
the thick dark foliage
lush green
the red brown bark
old and broken
worn and tired

I see myself on the riverbed
with toes clenched
breathing gently
the cool fresh air
soft bellowing
the smooth cut pebbles
tiny and small
playful and strong

I see myself in the undergrowth
rolling in the soil
smiling unwarily
lost in the movement
utterly raw
the fragile baby roots
innocent and mischievous
bright and venturous

I see myself in the mountains
with eyes closed
silently listening
the stories they tell
willingly lost
the enchanting black rocks
sleek and lustrous
calm and sharp

I see myself in the meadows
running in the fields
laughing ingenuously
the gushing jovial wind
drunkenly faint
the golden sun rays
mellow and warm
young and free

The Sun

The sun doesn’t show his despair

Rather he burns brighter and blinds the eye who dares see him in his reality.

The ethereal rays, angelic and bright

Carry shades of pain hidden among the brazen white light.

That warm glow, hopeful and seemingly strong 

Gently masks the troubled hue from laying upon distant sanguine eyes.

The comforting predictability of his nature 

Innocently forges illusions of efficacy, balance and composure.

Eyes are always gazing, appearances need to be kept.

But nevertheless, Those rare melancholic dusk’s and delicate feeble dawn’s 

are hints, if nothing more. 

A little boy i knew

There was this little boy i knew 

who was an open book 

and yet a mystery too.

He had deep enchanting playful eyes 

with a rare innocent sparkle like stars in the night sky.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the ocean

and also like the dew.

He had a clumsy awkward smile 

that never failed to inspire like an ink spill that created a picture.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was a lion 

and yet a butterfly too. 

He had a pure and just heart 

with a bubbly naughty coat like ripples in a still silent pool.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the sun 

and also like the moon. 

He had a fiery uninhibited laughter 

that carried a musical softness like water waves dancing along rocks.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was a novel 

and yet a poem too.

He had a kind sincere soul which only spoke the truth 

with a refreshing idealism like a baby just out of the womb. 

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the unfolding universe 

and also like the dust 

He had a great destiny a noble purpose

that anyone who saw into his eyes felt like a prophecy was being read.

With great dismay i must admit 

it has been a while since i have seen him.

Everyday as i stare into the clear waters of a lake 

i wait for him on the other side 

hoping that he will once again show himself 

and this time never leave my side. 


I wish to be a river.

Meandering through dark woods and sunny bright gardens.

Absorbing and observing every facet of my endless travel.

I would be a silent container of secrets and dreams forgotten.

A memoir of stories that were never printed.

The tales of magical places and mysterious people.

I wish to  be a river.

Winding past wild forests and lonely cities.

Flowing through chapters of history.

Witnessing the rise and fall of empires.

The disintegration  of armies.

Seeing cultures die and new ones born.

The blood of thousands would forever run within me and so would the echo of their faint laughter.

On melancholy evenings I would be the promise of a merriment future.

I A river  running forever to infinity.

A watchful companion of time.

A confidant of all his secrets.

The Lie

Life asked a simple question
That changed everything
It left me with insomnia
Like it had done to many of its victims.
I cursed myself for wondering
But I couldn’t bring a change
The question was a bloody lure
Trapping men and women in meaningless thinking.
The questions answer I never truly found
But I fed life a lie
For I couldn’t let my guard down.
I shouted a confident yes
And I think it sounded good
As it created such a deep illusion
That even life could not see the truth.
Not a single man seemed to have heard
the doubt that tailed the yes.
After all it was a shaky mellow whisper
Easily overpowered by the people’s beloved scream.