cyber

Internet is the invention man has no control over
Keep rolling rocks

Karma?

You take my energy to give me energy
We may as well stop the process altogether

Late

When is late too late?
I want to know..
When is late too late?

See the Irony

Commitment is liberating...
The act frees you from tyranny of your internal critic. From the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life!

I am tired...
And baby it's a wild wild world...

Where will you stand in the paradox below?

Everybody lies
Everybody cheats
Everybody steals
Everybody leaves
Everybody misunderstands
Everybody is everybody
Everybody is nobody

Do you value values?

Some times, from time to time
It doesn't matter what you say
It matters what you mean

2010 --> 2011

Happy red hot chilli peppers

Lines

All lines are normal.


I control my fingers otherwise they seems to want to keep going.


My hand must follow the bold sweep of the letters. I feel as if my consciousness is situated in the part of my body that's now active -my hands, my elbows, my tongue.


I'm trying another line. The outlines of the line seem linear, but my lines are not. The outline of my hand is not linear either. This is a very good line isn't it? I give up - I'll try again.


I'll write a line with no break. No pause. No stop. Period. Laughter. There is something on the floor.


I am... everything is... changed... they're calling... your face... interwoven... who is...thanks for the memory...


This will be the best line, more like the first one, only better. If I'm not careful I'll lose control of my finger movements, but I won't, because I know. I know, I know, I know.


I can feel my fingers , I think it's starting to wear off. This is a pretty good line- this keyboard is mighty hard to hold.


I have nothing to say about this last line, it is bad and uninteresting, I want to go home now.

On reminders and such matters

Brevity be born when the cowardice of present haunts brain cells to reminisce the past for dwelling in.

I write therefore you are

Dearer to me than you
Is the thought of me writing about you

So so

So delicate an interaction
So fragile a conversation
So wild the human nature

Burning man

Stuck in significance, he was not
Caught in anonimity? Not that either
Mind searches for definitions
Categorization is not an option

Suspense judgements until tomorrow
Thus is life.

Mon Ami..n

Thanks for being there
When there isn't being
And thanks for being there
When there is being
And thanks for being

To love's cartograph...

Surrender is not submission

cheers

Here's to reaching yet another philosophy

Juxta-pose

Poetry of folk
Parody of stage

Burlesque of nights
Cabaret of midnights

Quiet nights and quiet days and quiet stays and quiet stars

Thank you universe

I am listening

...

In mourn of loss of significance

no eagerness for tomorrow
no attachment to yesterday
today on - the - other - hand - is of another
what's the m a t t e r?

'Ember' Months

The last 'Ember' month is upon
All were full of dreams
Queries in philosophies
Confusions in the visions
Assumptions in delivery
Questions of motives
The glympses are fleeting
Eyes are breathing
May January bring with it
D i r e c t i o n . . . .

Ha-ha, Oh-oh

We are not designed to be secretive.

Gift wraps

Every closeness is a signal to becoming open in order to close what has been opened and keep open what has gotten closed, like gifts wrapped in several wraps. Thus is life.

Some people use, others abuse, I am trying not to use.

I have been practicing the politics of conflict avoidance, in case you are curious as to how I operate.

Money for thought...

A lawyer with a suitcase downtown Toronto
Kills more people than a terrorist

Bakan

“There can be a truth in madness, dreaming, poetry, or prophecy, which is higher than literal truth. A metaphor or a fiction might open a door that cannot be opened by approaches that are too weighted down by duty to literal truth”

...

هر که، بر کرده ی خود می‌‌بالد
هر که،در کرده ی خود می‌‌سوزد

Foggy weather in my head

There is a lump in my throat
Doesn't go away with tears

No, I don't wanna fall in love

Can I just stand?

Letter to the deceased

[the deceased never die]

'
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again
'

To justify all those who were lost

He gave a leave to the sun
An overtime salary to the night
Lit a cigar and evaporated into thin air
Out of the cafe's smoke detector
Entered the fog in the streets and
Danced with the pouring rain
...to justify all those who were lost

Read in a magazine

"Consciousness is the degree of openness or emptiness, not a phenomenon itself, rather a clearing in which phenomena arise" and "Cognition is the capacity to take on perspectives".

Historical histeria over history of history

'history never repeats itself, it only seems like it does for those who don't know the details.' Morgan Edmund 

Hereafter

I cry.

Cheers

Here is to reaching a new meaning in the philosophy of life...

In no anticipation of tomorrow

Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips
Hot
Dizzy
Flexes
Cheese and chips

Kalender II

Kalender fits me inside again on November 14th, 2010.
It was raining this time, not as cold as it was in February. I had Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. The sour grapes made my throat yearn for more. It was a 2007 wine, three years old. I've had older wines before, but this one was something else. Complimented the wine with orange ginger carrot soup, with a drop of sour cream. We talked about what we talked about in February, a marathon. It was dark and packed when we got there and empty before we left. I liked the red theme of my jacket, it really fit the occasion. The brownies from the day before were still making me dizzy and did not help with gaining my concentration back for the marathon conversations. Thank goodness for love. We then walked the cold pavement anticipating a hot chocolate at a nearby utopian cafe. I asked what inspired him for a marathon? He said good food and good conversations. The thirty days challenge starts from tomorrow.

Mark Twain

"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."
Was Mark Twain a scientist in disguise? Isn't this a good quality for a scientist to have?

(Mark Twain's Embargo is published after 100 years of his death)

...

Hello loneliness
Where were you all along?

The death theme of our lives

There are days I await death with an eagerness stronger than the life force itself

Surrendered

I finally submit to the following after 10 years of resistance
The Philosopher's Stone
The Chamber of Secrets
The Prisoner of Azkaban
The Goblet of Fire
The Order of the Phoenix
The Half-Blood Prince
The Deathly Hallows

More on it later...

Due Date

A cross-country road trip to reach a due date
Oh lord of meaningful content, please save the hollywood planet.

Feed the fear

Fiend without a face
Devil doll
The horror of party beach
How to make a monster
King of the zombies
Death by facial peel
Playgirls and the vampire
House on haunted hill
Manic Maze
Black hole's asylum
Werewolves on wheels
Carved cave
The lost lab girl
Frog cake
Searching tombs
Graves and coffins
Monsters and demons
Ghouls from the darkside
Eat me now

Andre Breton

Everything leads me to believe there exists a certain point, a state of mind in which life & death, the real & the imaginary, the past & the future, the communicable & the incommunicable, high & low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

In my list I write...

Oh lord, please dont let me be misunderstood.

Life, death, and other matters

If this is life
I died a long time ago
Find me wearing black in my white coffin

Collagenous prison

Dear prisoners of the world, my osteoblastic thoughts are becoming entrapped in their dreamy selves turning into osteocytes. I feel it in my bones.

What's come over you?

Swallowing knowledge
as if it were the only brew
that could quench thirst
what's come over you?

Blood Letting and other matters

Maybe I am just tired, the old vampire said
Maybe I just want to get caught
It's been too long and maybe I just wanted change

In a land far away

The vampire with a dragon tattoo wasn't a girl
She was only a player who would fire hornet nests
Please let her in, she will rub you off of sleep

Tick Tick Tick

ten-ten-ten

Lest you live forever

Write your sorrows on dust and your accomplishments on marbles

Nightmare

I can't
Oooooh!

A lesson

I am going to tell you something very important
Something that has gotten years for me to understand
This is a very valuable lesson and I wish I knew it when I was younger
It would make a world of difference in the way of my being
However, no matter how much I think and how much I want to remember
I can not remember the lesson.

Harvest

Moon

I wanna know

If curiosity killed the cat and whether she got back for satisfaction?

I wanna know

Have you ever seen anything?

I wanna know

Have you ever seen the rain?

Bone Ossuary

I am interconnected
...to the bone

Big Bang Theory

Doom the Gloom
and
Bloom with boom

_

- And why do we sometimes where? what for? whom to? like what? how to?
- Ok, thanks so much

In sight...

You are punished
by your anger
not
for your anger

The distance between you and another
Is equal to the distance between you and yourself

Emotion about the emotion

Exercising my meta emotional muscles

On a hunt for a misunderstanding

I am.

Good enough? never is

No one thinks they are settling
When they are encountering the
Grand Canyon

Fruit of Eden

You can't make it happen
You can only let it.

Checkmated

I was dancing with you to the music you were playing not knowing that you were dancing to the music coming from my own room, okay keep playing!


[Dancing is very strange I tell you]

What doesn't kill you

Often makes you wish it had

live and learn, ?

thinking is merely rearranging judgements
it is helpful for all of us, thanks for taking it on, ?
:), ?

My dear me...

Where do you go to my lovely?

Teilhard de Chardin's quote

"Someday after we've mastered the winds, the waves & gravity, we will harness the energies of LOVE; and then for a second time in the history of the world, human beings will have discovered fire."

Faithfullness lies in...

The head

There is always only one right answer

The answer is not what you want
The answer is what makes you happy

(this is one of those dangerous insights, use responsibly)

La Rumba

Mr. Postman

What is love?

She gets me sundae on Sunday
That's why I love her
I am not always this bad

Fuck

The world is a see-saw
Falling off means death
I fall every day

A fish in the tank

Sometimes I am like a pretty aquarium fish who keeps banging herself on the walls to break free but eventually silently goes down the tank to rest by the rocks she so admires.

A fish in an ocean

Sometimes I'm a small fish who eats bigger fish and stays under the ocean for a long time to digest. I then come up to the surface for the sun and heaven knows how much magic I see around me.

The real snitch

I have noticed a command in my language so strong and rough and bold and be ridding
Yes, that same language I have used to be kind with and sweet and loving and spoiled and pretty and soft
Just be ware and don't get down by it, it's very commanding!

About me

Say goodbye, hello?
About me about you
About who?
Say goodbye, hello?
Don't forget to close the door

Love is dancing in the rain

I love you more than the air I breathe
[no, not you]

Futurama

The future is here today baby
It is murder

My dreamy dreams

There is a dream in which one dreams of a dream from which one never wakes up but keeps dreaming that if they woke up from the dream all the dreams would come true.

Deep Beats

Actions surpass imagination
And so I am sickened

Deep breaths

I suffer therefore I write

...

Excitement is fear
Dressed up in lingerie

Absurdity

Mr. Sadman, life is intriguing
Ms. Madman, life is lonesome
Mr. Sadman, make it awesome
Ms. Madman, try some sweet nothings

Ye orchard

It is not whether something is comedy or tragedy
Stuck is stuck

Oh brother

I am the clarity after a confusion
Before another confusion sets in
Tighten your seatbelts

Oh Mother of all mothers

Suffering one moment and not suffering the next moment immediately after suffering
Never knew myself this unstable


































[If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose. - Bukowski]

[This may be a justification for feeling how I feel and not a proof to futher swim in it, Amen]

More on this later...

I also realize that my poetic sense of expressing has been diminished
Fuck poetics, what is your pet peeve? Does ancient wisdom matter in the modern world?

Stop the destruction

Animals and plants (like cells) are humans in another demension of reality. Can we facilitate peace not war? Is this politically possible? There is enough spaces on earth for everyone to live. Let's not pollute. I am telling that to the BP-ers. The whales are now the most polluted creatures on the face of the planet. I wish to wake up one day and not hear of the BP in the news.

A question from soul

What do you do when something in someone will always make you look inside yourself and feel really bad?

/FB/Twitter/Blog/

What I think about these days is the impact of electronic devices on the quality of my life/ Mind boggling/Truly/

For Clarity

Never believe in this blog
Because I could be wrong

Hah

Hah

It is me against the world again...

Why is there always so many people around someone I like? Times like these I wish planet earth had only one person residing on it, the one I like of course. It is at times like these that I think to myself is anyone a true man in Napolean Bonaparte's standards? He says a true man hates no one. Does that mean I have to like everyone? I can do that, but at the same time? No, well, yes I hear you say why are you so jealous? Usually at times like these, I just want to go to sleep, but this time, I will fight. Why? For the hell of it. To see how long I can fight before I can not fight anymore. Because fighting makes me strong. The problem is, my enemies also get strong. Hell with it. Nietzsche says love your enemies more than your friends. I love you dear enemies. Just keep me out of your inauthenticities.

[I know this is the ugliest of feelings but I am trying to be true!]

I smell deep trouble

It is sour with a tinge of bitter butter batter

Discover yourself

We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of a child at play

Magnificence of silence

Somethings cannot be given justice to in language. With this meta-language I like to express my grace to this magnificent silence from which I come from and to which I go to. If it could be expressed it would become the best work of art but it's okay if it doesn't because feeling it is more magnificent than relaying it to others.
I have become the uber woman of transformation by touching the silence. I know I've touched it because I cry.

Fuchsia

I am currently surgically removing myself from the guillotine of time and space.
The left brain keeps interfering in the tasks of the right brain but my determination is sharper than diamond. Please use the comments section of this corner to tell me what's wrong. Other than that, keep away not to be squirted with blood.

barheadedness

I don't quit
I ctl-alt-delete

I declare war

The battle is on whose blood is clean
Swear and sweat is the price for .nothing.
The outcome has to be a joke.

deep breaths

Taking in more of your breaths
Giving out more of mine
be my friend

X-tra

I am in the mood for something extraordinary these days
Jumping off an airplane [with a safety jacket]
Stepping in front of a train [train stops before hitting]
Participating in a fashion show [win the best costume]
Attending G-20 summit [Toronto]

Unterweger style

Make a pet out of calmness
An elephant out of patience
A prey out of snakes like the Siberian tigers.

bloodshed series

it was recently that I met three of my old friends anew. one whose memory stayed for fifteen years without ever being realized in reality until our reunion last week. she didn't particularly look too different except for some wrinkles around her eyes and lips. she was the same bold thin girl sitting on the far left corner of the classroom, this time in the cozy greek restaurant on St. Laurant. many stories to tell now, of how it has occured to her. life. i don't remember how she was too well. i don't remember how i was too well. hah, ay that's the rub. but i promise. read it to the last. this is my resolution. i didn't particularly imagined her this way. in my mind she was happy and playful. the dark allies that life takes you are so particular. only showing themselves to you in time. you never know where you are going to be taken behind the fogs. the poetics of being being poetically foggy. the rain washes the fog off once every raining season. only to evaporate in the summer, freeze in the winter, and dance in the summer. so green is life. seven years struck me like a leach who just found new blood. seven years. she waited seven years. time. space. joke. time. other friend whom I re-meet every time anew. this time since march. this profound looking within from without toasts me. it's like burning in the presence of sun. wanting to run away to that foggy corner i love and hate. well. strong heavy burdened words don't do justice, like these two i just used but heck. and i ran away. i did. i came back with more trust in my intuitions. fears? no. non-existant. trust. a seeing leading a blind. they take turns. like two willow trees. one supporting another when it falls with rain and the other being supposed to support another during its fall but giving it a punch in the nose. i am talking about self. yes. the asshole within. the asshole without. the punch in the nose when support is needed. well illuminated by the sun. the semantics of my poetry changed instantaneously. this very other. so. ok. philosophy of the east, iran and algeria to be exact. eureka in one word. clarity in another word. the quintessential dust. madame bovary. memory and time. memory in time. memory out of time. fog. sun. light. night. oh.
i am quiet. i am calm. i am loving. and i am kind. now. use me or lose me.

Longest Day

I met 5 of my idols today
AN
JG
MJ
DD
SS
JA
JD
and you.

Someone's garbage as someone else's inspiration

Lazy Sunday brunch
Jean Pierre Jeaunet's magic realism
Youtube happy ending

Always true?

Loss is bad
Gain is good

On listening

It is not what you hear from me
It is what you hear from you

Confessions to a [Priest] who hadn't molested anyone yet...

Dear P,

I have discovered that it's not who I love, it's how I love
That it is in front of another that I have gotten to discover myself
I confess that I never had loved until this very point
Although I've been known to be a lover among many.

-You can now attend your own nasty business dear P-

In the name of love

I exist in a remembrance so profound of the things that are and the things that were so that my only safe corner is to love when I am afraid to love and to love when I don't love so that existence becomes the bearable heaviness on me.
I love you.

Deep Trouble

I am currently lost in the semantics of my being
I will be back shortly...

Farmland View

In the Baa Baa hours of the morning
I heard a sheep calling me out
She gave me a photograph
And told me, make me immortal

Wakening

The poet
Awakens
after the poem

The girl who lost her world

I am the troubled kid
Who has lost the gift I can offer
Instead I hurt me and you
I write here of the wars in my head
I sometimes ask
Is writing my best friend
With whom I can be true?

You and I

Stay away if there is no integrity in where you stand

I stay away if there is no integrity in where I stand

The rest is silence

Sur le fil

In the monochromatic walls of my memory sometimes
I lose your sight sometimes
The warmth of sun comes back to remind me sometimes
That something is missing sometimes
And another day begins dawning on me sometimes

Rise of my demise

I
Life left me
The moment
I was born.

II
I fighted
For what I believed
Before I died.


III
Life was a wave
That repeated in you
After it left me
But came back to haunt me.

TGIF

TGIT

TGIW

TGIT

TGIM

TGIS

TGIF

Story of a fall

I create you
You create me
I create you create me
You create me create you
I create you create me create you
You create me create you create me
I create you create me create you create me
You create me create you create me create you
We then fall down the tower the dutch men create.

Raison d'être

Walls close in
Entrapped from within
Tangled from without
Darkness dawns
Construction blocked
Zoned out space
Phased out place
Slammed doors
Broken windows
Caught within
Carried without
Hitting ground
Walls close in

April doesn't fool

The fool is in your head.

Fragmentation

Un-touchable be
Justify music-not
To a play-go
Listen carefully-do
Lightly speak-deep
Un-break the heart
Un-do the ...
Frag-men-tate me

Secret message in a bottle

Don't trust your eyes
Don't trust your language
Nor anyone else's

Paranoia

How far do we go
Before we fall down the dark abyss we create
In the lightness of our thoughts?

Biological allegory

Thou shalt always murder
For the survival of species

out-sourced!

Meat me for coffee
Chicken me for milk
How now brown cow
Meow meow maw maw

Lucky Bamboo

3 stalks means happiness
5 stalks means health
7 stalks mean wealth
8 stalks means prosperity.

I have 3 stalks :)

Theft of identity

That's what's done.

Cultural Paralysis of Rwanda

Tutsi living with the hutu is the whimsical destiny that overwhelms the already overwhelmed.

Winter Partum

Watching winter walk away
With fickle frailing feet
I wonder if I can stay
In its fleeting memories

Conventions

The weather has been very warm recently.
That man looks like he's too bored.
Please come in, it's very nice to see you.
Would you like something to drink?
I usually make my own dresses, but need some good bargains.
This is a very nice song, I wonder who's the singer.
I fell down really badly, I almost died.
It is going to rain tomorrow.
Sorry, I am going to greet my friends for a minute.
I don't mind if you don't mind.
I went shopping last week, these shoes are from that store.
New hair cut?
You look stunning.

Arrivals and departures

One asked: "How did you get here?"
I replied: "On foot"
He then asked: "But it took less than five minutes?"
I replied: "No sir, it took all of my life."

Please comment...

We are all fucking shared.
And stuck is stuck.
And all is best for the best of all possible worlds.
Love it or fucking hate it?

Etiology of stability

Transport and transfer
Break down and break free
Allegro and Pesto
Tell and be told
Think and be thought of
Watch and miss the kiss
Listen and listen and listen and listen

Dancing fractal seasons

We are what we leave behind
In the fresh breeze of spring
And the fruity tannins of summer
In the leaves of autumn
And in snow.

Hear my call?

Sailor, at the last station
My blood thickens when I touch my loneliness
Sailor, take me with you home
Underneath the silver boat
Take me sailing away with you, sailor.

The Inferno of purgatory

Man was not like God
God was not like man
And never the two could meet
But in silence of their eyes.

Why can't we dream forever?

Jesus won't you fucking whistle?

Symphony of March

One pair of pregnant eyes
And a heart with the sounds of music.
March on...

March forward

Spring shall spring from a springing spring in the spring.

Mother, my heart is lonely

Fuck it child,
Close your eyes.

Interconnected chains of rage

Speaking the language of a broken heart with words that break hearts
Breaking this loop is divine for the broken hearts

Reading the unread

Read incorrectly to be understood
Read correctly and oh lord...
Please don't let me be misunderstood.

On the unattainability of knowledge

Would you believe in seeing
If you knew that
You could be
ripping
someone
off
if you never saw them?

Or

Would you believe in blindness
If you knew that
You could be
ripping
someone
off
if you suddenly saw them?

Cheers to death...

In this never ending story of life
We get to carry each other home

Blowing winds

Blown away by the wind that blows away all those who blow away and never feel the blown away currents on their skin until they blow away. Ever been blown away? Let's get blown away together.

Tiger disturbations

fast-paces,
short-terms,
shallow-thoughts,
quick-tempers,

In depth, save the planet.

Happy Birthday Deeptime

I am settling down with you.

Eureka!

Doesn't matter who I am
It matters who I am in the reflection of your silent and unsilent mirrors.

Fish Dish

I know a fish named Fushi
banging herself to the walls of the ocean
swimming through the tides in motion
upstream is pleasing passion
downstream is regenerative notion
She fishes in the ocean
She fishes in the rough ocean
She fishes in the refined ocean.

narcisco

This post is the channel through which you grow
You can chose to stay,
you could also go
.
.
.
thanks for stopping by
on your journey to the glows.

Deeptime's flash of Wren's individuation through Jung's eyes of the conscious lover

How can I be grateful enough of the people who step in to my life? move out of it? Leave a foot-print and make me not be the same person I was yesterday? How can I be grateful and not fuck it up? Huh? Can I not fuck it up for one second? On the same note, this physical law comes flashing in my brain, that molecules in the universe tend towards disorder. Entropy has us and contains us. Order is not attainable unless there's investment of a lot of energy just before we fuck it up again people. Disorder comes naturally. Can we not fuck it up people? No. It is the fabric of universe. On the other hand, I will put my draining blood as a bet on this universe that love is its driving engine. It is all there is and was and were and...will be. Will be? Well, before it gets fucked up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck

Threat is imaginary
So is love
So is lust
So is power
So is need
So is fear
So is sadness
So is happiness
So is you
So is me
So is us
So is them
so is so
So free yourself up
Fuck everything but yourself
Fuck yourself
Fuck.

White ribbon

There is a thread
behind the mountains
entrenched in time and
carved in place that
even fabrics of universe
can not unbreak

Mother, tell me, mother

What is the price for freedom?
Solitude baby, solitude.
What about the price for solitude, mother?
Insanity baby, insanity.
Hush baby, hush.
Babies are Beautiful.

You are black and I am copper

Watching the flickering dance of candleflames
In the twisted cold silent dark nights
I realized that I may have been fully dead
But my soul playfully alive
Cherishing the black and copper horses
in the backyard of your soul.

Lingering Identity

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the real flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

Lingering attraction

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

Lingering nostalgia

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the fake flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

The primordial soup

Om A Na Ma Shi Va Ya Gum

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Delicious relish

I knew not
That socks are seen at night
The day they are worn

To ..

Children play with dice and poison
Cloud the joy and storm the wonder
Thunder strikes to preach the foul
Waterlillies grow on thirsty growls
Tears fall down in oceans of sand
Children build dams on bare lands
Gods of water surrounding earth
Have mercy on our unearthing births

Religion of a communion

Pregnant silences
Illusive soul Hyacinths
Dark warm colors of loud music
Complimentary lonelinesses
And a church in a church.

Dialectics of sensation

There is the thing that happens,
and then there is what happens from the thing that happens.

A story of my life's worth

He had a dog called ferdinand, he called him Ferda for short. There would always be an attractive stick around in the woods for Ferda to play fetch when we walked down the valley. We drove down to the valley once instead of taking the short-turn walk. The silence in the woods would give me a sense of worry mixed with awe, enough to turn my stomach...we walked and we talked.
Yes it is I and I do remember the young girl sitting beside me in PHL 101 classes. My goodness how the time flies. I want to apologize for not writing even a few words. I actually did start to write but our daughter started to cry in her nap and my wife was busy nursing the other daughter born on Christmas eve 2009, so by the time house was quiet once again I was so exhausted that I needed a nap myself. Since I remember you as a bright kid and equipped with reasoning skills from philosophy you must be getting a picture of my life now.
It was interesting journey for me to this place in time and into my mental equilibrium I am blessed with. It was long way full of obstacles, traps and despair. But it was worth it. More about that some other time.
How are you? By now you are finished with med school and saving lives by a dozens I assume. Do you specialize in some part of medicine? How was it – the long nights and days studying with cadavers for company? I would like to hear more from you, how you are and if you are happy. God bless.
I came to tears, again.

Build Ing

There is a sanctuary behind the buildings of my city
Where I dream of dreams I forgot I dreamt
There is a concept of time behind the buildings of my city
Where the imposed heaviness is very light
There is a mirror behind the buildings of my city
Where I find me not me in the reflection
There is a building,
behind the buildings,
in my city,
that I like.

Wanna hear something really phoney?

Salinger goes to the river not cemetary
Who wants flowers when they're dead?
Nobody, especially if he's J.D. Salinger.

Re-construction of Haiti by Shakespeare

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

train of memory

...book.rent.creatures.complicated.bones.holmes.extraordinary.breakfast.sauna.eli.addisababa.wine.o-mare-e-tu.salty.alfredo.bus.sleepless.sleepy.missed.present...where is this train heading?...

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Every word
Brings us closer to
Death

Synchronicity of Idiosynchronicity

An intricate tapestry it often weaweaweaves
The line between reason and awe
I tiptoe between the invisible fabrics and strings that approach
To contain the vastness in me

Tukiliit

It
laid in a name
embodied a memory
spoke what was experienced
made a return to namelessness
brought souvenirs from the new found land
and cleared us on the directions: the road to nowhere is everywhere.

Is this really news?

I am encountering the strangest behaviours lately.

Existence

All it takes to be complete
is to be.

In the news...

The war in ours heads
Makes peace possible on earth