POETRY

Nothing can be demanded. No deals can be struck. When facing God one can only beg...

Did I leave it in my pocket, next to the keys to my home? Or in my wallet, or with my phone?

I traded with the devil my eyes for his sight. He also gave me hearing where whispers arrived.

Somewhere I read "write the truest thing you know" so I decided to have a go...

You have seen our spirits as we walked on earth on the roads where you survive to love.

Can a candle light the way if a candle can just say that a man tried to pray for his body made of clay?

Birds bolt as bells blast the silence. The sun vaults rays casting shadows. Past is the time where high temples were built.

From the flowering petals to the crashing waves, from the burning stars to the singing birds, the atoms breathe...

Oh, it’s grand feeling like the center of attention... with all the birds and trees singing outside of comprehension...

But in the real world, in the physical world, you, you were born to a line of fucking monsters...

I keep talking to you. Whether you passed in your sleep or your brain shut down or your body turned against you...

One can easily think what is the unthinkable. But how does one forget what is unforgettable?

Caffeine peaks bringing on the tidal flow. Rabbit heart beats cardboard melts to painted snow.

If I were the man To wake up next to you For a year, I would...

The softhearted whisper of the cerulean space.