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 . . . .