Lets Face it

I disown my thoughts, see them from a distance
wonder was that me or just a part of my past existence

I humble to the one, adorning thousand metaphors - not one even close
I try to know it, understand it, than believe it or lean to its grace

Many paths go winding into this last womb of possibilities
a speck on the vast scape, thats me with my bare necessities

Lost curve

Dreams too grimly realistic, the dreamer choke
the only road to salvation, thus hits a block

Poetry getting starker than the geometry
theme, form, expression, intent all setting free

A life shaped by the exigencies of living
connecting the dots the curves loose their spring

a story without a hero

Sunlit mornings of unknown gloom, I stare at the ceiling of my room
hope dip and hope float, I make peace with reality with a dreamy distort.

Forget it, Its a new day buddy! got to shine my ware for a the day and the day after...
its the time to get ready for a story without a hero, in this new chapter

Brush-ups with noble thoughts give-up at the thresholds of inaction
profound futility possesses, in these attempts of reconciliations

but I know this will also pass, Yah, It will pass for sure,
a deliberate suppression works as it has so many time before

All one got to do is play at meta-emotion
and rise above the first level of desperation

First Blood...

The world outside seems like an ink-blot test
so much to ponder nothing to manifest

I feel here my breathe with indifference of a kind
third lines gives way to the forth for this jaded mind