Atlas Hugged

atlas hugged-
in one hug
the whole world 

Play Possum

get the better of life
maybe:
play possum 

hope is a dope
that hangs you by a rope ..

Brainiac

I am the bee’s knees 
I am the agent of honey
‘Cus I have butterflies in my tummy 

Do you know what can run on what you wear ?
Hair bare
Clothes tear 

If I sent you tears by email, would your internet be flooded?
Wet net
Web wet
A drowned PC

If I want to draw a breath, what kind of paper would you recommend 
ICU took my breath away 

Do you think walls have ears?
Or they are just plain stone deaf 
Sound proofed their brick ears ?

Can’t wrap my head around the lesser of the two evils 
I feel the devil has almost become a legend. 

What is a hard nut to crack?
This nut is brown and looks like brain.

I hope your a muse d

Do you feel bombed ?
I seem to have bombarded you with questions 

Would like to hear some of your own ??

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Je ne sais quoi
I don’t know what
It’s a feeling of  déjà vu .

Katzenjammer

When words get drunk,
They become Miss Fit
They are Miss Spelt
A Miss Interpretation happens 
A Miss Placed Miss Construction 
A Miss Conduct of 
Miss Fortune who 
Miss Carries the 
Miss Programming which spirals into a Miss Quote of Miss Knowledge
That morphs into a 
Miss Conception who 
Miss Quotes
Miss Uses a misword.

Reincarnation

i 
would 
kill
myself 
for 
poetry
if 
i 
died
i 
would
like
to 
come
back
as 
a
poem.

I Wear Your Skin

Sister, I wear your skin
I feel your unspoken pain
The anger of a simmering flame
I feel your fears
I see unshed tears
You have to fight to belong 
You have to be strong 
Sister, I feel the rape of honour 
I feel my skin crawl at the destructive macabre .

Brother, I wear your skin
I feel the words in your throat 
I feel you speaking bright, colored
I feel your heart beating 
I feel your hope fleeting 
I feel you tear inside 
But then, you have to decide 
You’d rather explode 
And feel the inner applaud .

I wear your skin
I wear all the metaphors for pain .

Purr Perfect

A catwalk without paws.

The Wrong Side

On the wrong side of destiny
I was born 
In the silence of a teardrop 
On the edge of a breakdown 
Learning to fall 
Learning to unlearn 

Chrysanthemum 
Hope
That writes itself into words 
I touch the words 
As the sun fires deep in my belly 
Making me into my quintessence 
Made into me. 

Venus Still Shines

dreams melt 
into morning :
time turns over
in sleep …