Brain Injured Fuck A ghost of himself walking, able to touch, to smell, to see, to experience life, sensually. This cheapens the life, teases the mind.  If only a little more or perhaps  a bit less...no questions asked, no assumptions made. A lukewarm hell, a glimpse of life, an experience cheapened by the vicarious means … Continue reading #25

Poem #24

ObservanceDude, I'm leaving, you coming?I just want one more shot. But you cheated on me!Please, give me just one more shot. I'm done, this is too hard!Give it just one more shot,you're almost there. You abused me, i'm leaving!It won't happen again,give me just one more shot. Soldier, you missed the tartget.Just one more shot, I got thiis. Aren't you … Continue reading Poem #24

Poem #19

'Til Death Do We PartHiding from yourselves, most locked in nostalgic poison.  Can'tsee the river for the water, drowning on your excuses.  Waitingfor life to happen but action is the catalyst.  The good timesare now.  Passion plays, lies of love and love profound. Excuses made, cheating the best.  Experience life and all it hasto offer.  Watch … Continue reading Poem #19

Poem #18

A Modern RevolutionYour excuse, you’re married, but you’ll kindly fuck a stranger ‘cos you aint getting’ it at home’.  Trivial meanderings spreading crabs and other small things, makes me laugh at rationalizations.  Winding paths of life and only taking the known, the safe, as conscience or cowardice tells you to, but for when you get … Continue reading Poem #18