Wednesday, January 23, 2008


He’s no stranger to dead silence

Lights beam on this lone performer

Lights beam in a grandstand

To lift those strangers’ spirits high

To lift all their glares right into his balancing act

Life for a night

Captured by the tightrope walk

Spreads his arms into the air

And mind an immeasurable end

Press his weight on the middle of nowhere

Importune everyone’s uproar

Slip and fall!

They fear for him,

And water will pour.

He would seek life on the thin line.

Leave it only to find,

That forever he will be crowned

So that comfort he may find.

Sunday, January 20, 2008


What is it with you, still a hounding mystery.

You calm this wretched spirit like no one can.

As I sit on this enormous rock that sparkles because of tears that dried up,

You hush me in serenity, softly.

You sedate this enduring pain which leaves a hollow mind.

That’s why I long to seek you.

Please, let me feel you once more. Drown me.

Drown my soul.