Once again,
I don't know what I'm talking about


Once again,
I'm sitting by myself by a cold window


Once again,
The night ends peacefully as the birds awaken with their soft cries lulling me to sleep


Once again,
I refuse to be bothered by the mockery of the music




Once again,


I'm comfortable again

My bitter muse

My muse,

My bitter muse

Far away from me,

and with worries without.

I call you now,

to share with me my window sill

and last cigarette

See the night,

through the lazy smoke.

Now grey. Now blue.

See the sorrow,

that you no longer know.

as the Moon sheds a tear,

like you once did, before

Feel the cold wind,

as I smile,

through your hair in my eyes

And turn to look into yours

To find a cold stare,

through the smoke of my last cigarette

Now grey. Now blue.

My muse. My bitter muse.

The First Rains

My eyes watered

As the first rains,

of this night now,

burned through my memories

I remember now that night,

Moonlit and blue.

A fiery passion flowed as we kissed

like the stream upon which we stood

I grew then, slowly

to want and love you

But hurting still,

from yesterday, and the distances of today

I wavered, incoherent

Now, I stand

Weak and wavering

Unable to hold on

To these first rains

It takes but a moment

and a while away

to change the colour of the day

and blissfully do i see

a pale gray

from yesterday

come here then

come into my arms

and smile

as you go away

again

it's easy

to go on like this

as if it were all the same

the same hands

the same brains

the same you

the same I

the same Moon

the same Sky

but this is worrisome

i should stop

and not be anymore

me

hush...

i hear a whisper

of women

crying into the wind

in the hills

mourning

the rising waters

and imminent drowning

of their dwelling

hark!

here comes another beginning

be aware

women of the hills

cry within

you must begin

to drown

and your methods

too

let's bother ourselves then...

with sensations newer. brilliant more.

let's feel.

the night

unfold

bright

light

borrowed

from before

'moonlight'

she whispered

her lips

glistened

in it

and i smile

eyes

at her feet

too

how about a tune?

i'd like for you to hum me a tune

it can resound forever

it'll be beautiful

and wonderful

like it always was

and we can paint the seas blue

and white

and make believe the endlessness extended

and attempt walk upon it

upon the sky

or so it seems...

told you so, didn't i:

nothing to say. really.

there was a time...

it was long ago

and now i seem to have forgotten:

much of what then was

and what was in-between

remember me?

yes, i think i do

i'm feeling much better now, thanks

pointless...

Why should I blog?

What's the point? What purpose does it serve?

I'm bored already.

Speak now, o unknown Self
Know the light within, abound and distracted
Reflecting
Upon endless ends
Of time
Of space

I see, the blindness looming upon my eyes
Allow my revelation, o Moon
Allow me
To see


Cry within

Illuminated Dreams II

Sleep well, and dream of the unknown that I yet am
And let me be, there, with you, illuminated by the moonlight that falls ever so gentle on your sweet, sleeping eyes

I can hear you speak now,
I can hear your soft whispers,
Whistling through to me,
Upon the seemingly, unseen wind,
That I see

Illuminated by moonlight

Illuminated Dreams

Moonlight upon my face,
Upturned and creaseless

I remain thus, as hours pass,
And the night softer becomes

To lull me asleep

To see,
Illuminated dreams