Smoke

How can I manage my emotions better so when I tell my dad to take a break from his work for a week I wouldn't cry? I made his eyes smoky. Or when this other tells me they still haven't finished the work I wanted done the day before, smoke doesn't come out of my ears? Where does smoke come from?

Eighth Art

Eighth art has been haunting me lately. I am anxious by it. Like how our fathers used to feel nostalgic about their past and how good it used to be. Like hearing how things felt closer to the heart by my dad. How warm feelings were. How you could touch the dirt and make yourself dirty. And all of a sudden, a turn in the directions. Technology hits. Everything is still warm. Not by heart, but by motor engines. The skins I touch are mostly electridied. And now the eighth art. Low and behold! The video games! A special interaction. Doesn't feel like the old cold electrified computer skins anymore but it's not as warm as dirt. There are other user interfaces, equipped with visual and sound feedbacks. Fully responsive and the hassle of going through dark mental games of humans is no problem any more. You play what you want and get what you desire and leave when you wish. In a hundred years from now, love is illegal in your heart. Remote controls here and there for all your dark and light wishes and desires baby. Welcome to the space age. It started when we were dreaming of the moon. Another home. When we wanted to grow a rose on the moon so we could see it grow big from earth. Sputnik was launched from the USSR in 1958. It's gone far ever since. Astrobiology. Agriculture of space. Life in extreme environments. What's in stores next? Policy making for space colonization. This world is not my home anymore. Not my dad's either.
Welcome to the future baby. Love baby. Touch baby. Before everything is illegal. Make it better baby. I couldn't.

Muse

Once upon a time, long long ago, in a far away land, there was Music. Music delivered me one day. I have been musically in love ever since.

Murmur

My heart
was pulled and ripped
out of its cage
vessels torn
blood gushing out
My heart
was hit and smashed and crushed
before my eyes
My heart
is still pumping
Will you write
My heart
a eulogy before it stops?

Dimensions

The way you see the world is one way
And
Not
The
Only.
Show me yours, and I will not show you mine.
My
Way
Is
The
Highway.
If I show you mine, don't show me yours.
Unless...we're in the same dimension.

Sleep perchance to dream

I shall sleep tonight.
After two sleepless nights.

Summerlicious

Eclectic tastes of many creamy sensualities on my tongue.
Prays for the tastes not to disappear into the unknown dark pathway of my stomach.
Bravo to the chefs.
Bravo to my tongue.
Bravo to my companions.
And your humbleness is never out of sight.

Ne veut pas partir....

alors tu aurais du rester....

ArrowGun

Unity creates spirit. Spirit creates solidarity. Solidarity creates unity. All we ever want. All we can ever ask for. Man is created for his service to man. That is all there is to it. Why so serious son?

Joker

Living in the world of batmans and jokers. Fun to be around.

Wall-E

E-Wall
Full circle. Completion. Love. Life. Earth. Water. Green plants. Fire. Art. Holding hands. Warmth. Cuteness. Myth.

Astrobiology of Quantum theory

Time. There is no beginning and no ending. There is no definition either. It goes faster than you can ever imagine at the atomic level. You are so insignificant in front of it. Why so serious? Jump up and down like your inner electrons when they see a proton. Live it up high.

COSPAR - day 1

So much fucking laughs for two days. Look at my fucking face now. Flipped around. So fucking mad. Forgot to send the abstract for their booklet. Will leave the this place a day earlier. Freaked out city with all these fucked up engineers and physicists. So fucking wiered. Handsome and fucking sexy though. Cold now. Sick now. Fucking feet fucking hurt from every fucking angle. Freaking booklet is so thick and heavy to carry around. Fucked up shoulders hurt. All the body hurts now. Consequence of all those loud laughs earlier. Good fucking night.

Poverty

Poverty is a disease. His disease was corrupting me until I found out the roots and deplanted his psychological games from my mind. He still has part of me, the part that's whithered away and frozen in air behind my head. I didn't want to be drained and diseased. The connection was haunting though, don't ever underestimate that. The power of words, the lingering memories, the mystical poetic texture of movements. I believe these were mutually felt by both of us, but then the parasites hit. I have affairs now, every now and then, with myself. I listen very carefully, to myself, until I am plagued again with another radiation-ridden, cell killing, limb-deteriorating diseased man, until I am deceased.

A memory

A rant.
A monologue.
A prayer.
Wasn't there.

Decoding Epic in a Red Letter

Which story shall I tell? From the beginning of my time, all my stories have remained the same. I have had many journeys to the unknown to explore all the plots but I come back to the same formats. Will things change if I leave the oral realm of telling my stories and dive into the physical realm to experience them? I don't think so. I keep living the same stories so I might as well just tell them instead. But then again, every story has been told before and there are no stories I could ever tell you that you have not heard. I have my versions like everyone else. I can tell you the story of my tragic love, my comic appearances, my fights with the internal and external monsters, my voyages and my returns, my quests to the unknown from rags to the riches, and my rebirths. You will muse, laugh, cry, and experience every story that ever existed. Give me your ears.

Magical Mystery

Horse whale juxtaposition. Whiskered walrus. Hands to recognize shapes. Two plus a hundred. Splashing water. Deep underneath the surface. Feed Little fish. Prominent. Tusks. Submerged. Flippers. Blubbers. Largest mammal ever lived. Blue. Predators. Conscious breathers. One hemisphere of brain sleeping at a time. Can afford sleep with one eye closed. Sonar interference bring stranding. Pinocchio adventures. Divinity. Symbol of metaphysical allegory. Monster of the deep. Clapping Circus. Playful attitudes. Friendly appearance. Streamlined. Acute senses. The superiors. Vocalized communication. Cultural behaviors. Aggressions. Companion competition. Play. Therapeutic. In love.