What are these values,
thoughts, beliefs..
Are they my own?
Or are they plants
that sprouted
from my mind..
but by the hand
of others
once upon a time
were sown?

How do I tell apart
which ones of them
are flowers?
Which of them are
weeds?
When I was …

Stranger, oh stranger..
Who on Earth
and all across
The Ocean
might you be?
I do not know you..
But you’re watching me?

I’ve never seen
your name,
and I do not recall
your face..
or is it just a mask
meant to conceal
a sneaky link..
who …

The Dictator’s virtue..
is that he may do
no wrong.

The One
may not be charged
with any crime..
because he is
The Law.

Except the crime..
of loosening his grip
upon the reins
of Power.

A-many tyrant
lost his head
and fell
face first
into the dirt
upon …

There are a-many
witnesses
and few apostles..
who saw
our holy miracles..
who wrote
our silent gospel.

However,
just the two of us
were chosen
to become
The One,
in flesh and word..
a syzygy
of loving bliss.

A living incarnation
of a masterpiece..
God’s Kiss.

I see you..
All of you.
I do.

With fiery passion,
I observe you..
all night long.
I see you
with my eyes,
my lips,
my tongue.

I see your
every virtue,
every blemish,
every scar..
The All of it
is seen by me
as beauty..
For, The All of …

If only a blind girl
was also somebody
I knew.. except,
I already sure do.

Lady Justice
is her name.
She is my scales,
my weigher,
and my weight.

Though she is blind,
through blindsight
she can see..
into the hearts
of men.

Their darkest
ugliness..
and brightest
beauty.

Hey, hot shot!
If you wanna
carpe diem,
you better have
the globulos to
Veni. Vidi. Vici.

Roaming
these winding
streets and alleys
in the darkest valley
of the id..
shall educate you
on the wisdoms
that your daddy
wasn’t there
to teach you.

The wisdom
of submitting
to …

Love
is like a game..
of scrabble!
Sometimes
we score it
good..
sometimes
we squabble.

Sometimes
we swap
our letters
and we miss
our turn..
and other times,
against all odds,
we find
the seven letter word
that marks the triumph
of our great return.

Return to
Victory!
And is …

At night, I roam
these empty
hallways,
all alone..
and who is there
for me to find?
Nobody..
Nobody
who’s home.

Who do I
stumble on
when I forsake
these empty
hallways
for the streets?

Nobody else,
other than he
who roamed
these empty
hallways..
same ol’ me.

How to awaken
from a nightmare..
from the strangest,
scariest of waking
dreams..

First off, you breathe.
And second off..
you keep repeating
after me.

This isn’t real.
This isn’t real.
This isn’t real.