Nothing like
a momentary
breath of some
fresh air.

Before we are
submerged
into the cloud
of Death again.

Alas, the monster
that walks into it
never walks out of it
exactly quite the same.

Each time
emerges he..
more crazy-eyed,
relentless, reckless,
and insane.

Death is in the air.
I used to fear her
like the plague..
And now I hardly
muster any
care.

Death edges
each and every
one of us
within The All.
And when
it’s time, at last,
to come
into her soft
embrace..

she swats us
like a fly …

What
force unholy
hides
in darkest
corner
of a stuffy
closet?

The One
concealed
beneath
the veil
of narrative.
You see me
when they
pause it.

The is it you?
Or is it them?
Or is it me?
Is it the smoke
that’s in the air?

Or mirror-loop
of …

O Jerusalem,
Jerusalem..
City that stones
to Death
the prophets
sent by God
to thee.

Reduced
to rubble lies
The Temple
of thine old
belief.
But now
that we see
eye to eye..
do humor me.

What good
is faith
when one
may not
secure
a steady
guarantee?
About as …

Lightning
does not strike
the same spot
twice.

One should
only need
to see
one flash
of light.
Only one
growling
rumble
of a rolling
thunder
should
suffice.

Alas, this generation’s
hunger is insatiable
for some miracle
or sign..
but truly, truly,
tell me this..
what good are those …

Strike me down
when I am weak..
and revenge
shall not be
what you
make me
seek.

Ridicule me
when I’m wrong..
and may the wealth
of knowledge
you already hold
still multiply
tenfold.

Plot against me
in the dark..
and may you find
forgiveness
for yourself
within your …

To know
thy future..
is it not..
to see?

A mirror image
of thy aspirations
manifested
in some
possible
reality.

If it is
conceivable,
then
there is a world
where
it may be.

But here’s
the riddle..
might that
be the world
where you
found me?

Sometimes
it takes
a 5D move
in 3D chess..
to land
a checkmate
on The Fifth One,
known as Death.

I fought so hard
to find the will
to fight another
day.. but now
I am beyond
that strife.

I choose
to seek
my purpose..
I choose
life.

The blue …

I never
understood
The Ones
who do not
follow..
and yet snoop
nevertheless.

Especially
The Ones
who chose
to cut me off,
upon a time..
what am I to them?
A performance?

Of course,
I am so flattered
that you think
my poems
are that good..
that you still
take …

The Red Foxy
smiled while
The Little Prince
frowned..
to The Ones
that we tamed
we remain
duty-bound.

Just as it is
for a field
that is bound
to its wheat..
It is our job
to nourish
our loved ones..
when they are
in need.

For indeed,
we are beholden …