A pair of dreamy eye lids
A stick of mascara
Bright red lipstick
Neither bloody nor bright
But just right
For an attempt
To tempt
Your wits….

A quart of a century that I should have exploited
Sat smiling
In a picture frame
Laid neatly behind in parenthesis of yesterdays
Leaving behind feeble sighs to thrive today
Of concocted “would have beens” and “could have beens”
To frequent often
At each seconds passing
As the past tense gains strength upon unsuspecting creatures everywhere
Devouring up
Time in its insatiable horrific appetite for destruction.
A habit has formed out of nothingness
Deviant delight
Of shameless immersion in self pity.
Wandering monkey in side my head
Whizzes thru the flicks of life’s choicest menus
So much and yet so little to indulge…
Now tired lumbers
Slips into a slumber…
Ellipses wait upon a waking monkey eager

free fall for free!

Duty bound
seems
Drifting still
Lists of woes long
Writing nonsense
Awaiting turn at the scythe
Meanwhile
You remind me of temporal joys
And I take a puff and another and another
Addicted
Now to keep up a habit
With no means to do
I vegetate slowly to my natural calamitous end.

knowing me.(fool moon's day)

Alone
In the crowd
Reflecting
upon my heart that beat odd...

Didn’t know what to say and when to say
No parts were assigned
my yes' were wrong so were my no(s)

an unruly player
singing off key Offstage...
look!
what A beautiful fool i am!
May I make you laugh if not smile….

Don’t know where pleasure ends and pain begins..
Love ,the ancient paradox…
Grudge the dredge of time- I curse now….
As it seems to have stretched beyond our clasp
Like in an endless stream
Of vast spaces
Seamless and eternal
Souls flap
Shimmering wings in wanton abandon
Heart strings
Teary beads of Love and its bitter stings.
From Dueling
Between logic and love
For once, can our eyes be locked in a moment frozen?
With you I realize the joy of living and the fear of loss…
This mad rush
Of unbounded love that binds!

floating space!

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson.

moon3 - Gizmodo

moon3 - Gizmodo