::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, March 1, 2009


can’t feel my face

my jaw is sore

yet still this young blood asks for more

with disregard for time and space

he smashes down the poison

at a rate that surely would

remove from him any

sense of human sin


and still I wait for him to see

the damage he is causing me

as I struggle beneath his weight

his clumsy hands and slurring voice

my heart recalls the gentle man

he used to be


  1. oh my god...well that was the first reaction to be true...its was very,,umm..ture and livid, strong.
    i liked the poem for its spontanity though...rapid and moving.

  2. Wild and strong!!! I like the darkness in this one!!!