Sunday, August 11, 2013

Vaporware

Where are my nanobots,
My flying cars,
Castles in the stars,
With my own eyes to witness
Eruptions on Mars,
Sundering the veil of dimensions
Exploring the crystal depths
Of a thousand emotions.
Where are my memories,
Shaped by human hands
Stored away in decrepit annals
That awaits for no one?
I feel hunger
Where are my molecular assemblers,
Are they busy
Do I still have to
Fall in line?

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Popcorn on the tracks

The
saddest
part
of each
day
is
waking
up,
when
everything
hits
you
at
full
force
Getting
up,
you
go through
the
motions
but
reality
melts
as you
look
at
the world
waiting
outside
and
you
encounter
what
appears
to be
popcorn
on
the
tracks

Saturday, October 27, 2012

lisa gherardini, post-leucotomy


smiling placidly, she gazes
at the man behind the
screen, holding
something which
he occasionally
drags along
a serrated
surface

clasping her arm, she is
bathed in warmth
as she sees
a shadow standing
beside the man,
who glances
at her with his
furrowed eyes

staring with eyes agleam, she notices
the shadow talking to
the man fervidly
yet he brushes the apparition off
with a gentle smile
somehow she feels
comforted and content
in this musty quarters.

somewhere, a single rose
plummets from the sky

Friday, October 26, 2012

net:works

search. engine.
hyper. text.
social. media.
crowd. sourcing.
book. marking.
second. life.
type. face.
key. word.
hash. tag.
go. ogle.


hora incensi


red moon
above scarlet clouds
dyed by the fading
sunset
ready to be
embraced
by the casket
of night
overcome by
the lassitude
borne by slumber
a pale morn
awaits.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

coefficient of hyperthymesia


colors mixed
in a palette
of emotions
remembering
the discourse of
consciousness,
forgetting
steels
defiance
of repeated fates.
i turn the page
and see
a reflection

Sunday, October 07, 2012

Pursuit


The road may be steep
But the will is
Unyielding
The climb is swift
But tenuous  

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Convergence


small shadows dance in the dark
tracing the trajectories
of falling stars

against the gloomiest wind
amidst the fiercest chaos
can the gryphons take flight?

Scintilla

adrift on a river of memories
empty smiles on our faces
because now is only now

in a tiny garden
at the end of the ends
our hearts awaken