Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Ruins

He tossed and turned
First froze, then burned

He fought to find
A peace of mind 

But towards the ruins of a hope, long lost  in time he ran again to hide; 
Ruins so old that the reason of the hope itself has almost faded from memory.
Its a place where nothing ever changes and memories repeat endlessly. 
So, within the comfort of his discomfort he escapes once again...

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


Within an overflow of emotions
A loss of sense, of meaning, of notions

A circular, traumatic and surreal discontent
Indicates that this tunnel has no straightforward end

What is the meaning of not letting go?

Sunday, December 8, 2013

My friends

The move was swift, the strike hit hard
Fire-lit was the weapon of attack


Thundering rain made everything so clear
My wrongful hopefulness was meant to disappear

My friends, 490 and 480

Murderers of the night; Lovers of the day;
Prevented the lucid before it was too late

But was it not too late?