Posted in Art Scene, Literature on Jul 13th, 2009 7 Comments »
Be still. Please focus. Would you wait
until my iris capture you of snapshots? I am here.
Don’t notice. Your portrait on my mind, I dodged
and burned. Don’t worry. I won’t
over-expose the sequences of the memory
fleshed out from my canister, the last strip of film.
On my negative- your wavelength of light escapes
through my lenses, I would carefully [...]
Posted in Literature, Politics on Jun 26th, 2009 4 Comments »
Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]
Posted in Literature on May 10th, 2009 1 Comment »
I am smoldering in the night.
But you’ll see no passion, only sober
semblance to a gargoyle, seating.
And towering over the city lights.
Ah, the fahrenheit must have drop
below sub-zero. My steely psyche
a block of ice emitting smoke,
numb in whiteness. I froze.
Ignite me a matchstick. Tell me
what you see when melancholy
lurks slowly in my bones. Splintered
cinders, then into ebony [...]
Posted in Literature on May 6th, 2009 No Comments »
I never had a dream
in black and white.
Like the moon’s
dichotomy of faces
and the ocean’s
abysmal depth.
Mine is a crisp
flapping of maple-
leaves turning fire
in the autumn sunlight.
Or a bottle-nosed dolphin
gliding in cetacean grace.
Light refracting on water
of blue and purple magic.
I never had a dream
in black and white.
A monotonous photograph,
of flexed sinewed arms,
simulating sand dunes
meandering in ochre charm.
Mine [...]
Posted in Literature on Mar 21st, 2009 No Comments »
Pensive as I was in this lazy afternoon. Looking out in the window and the hazy light filtered through. Sending dust like a strobe of crystals. I stared. Just stared for the longest time.
The muse didn’t come as I expected. Like an acrylic tube on the verge of squeezing out of its contents, I just [...]
