With my silent sloppy words,
A web of form-meanings I wave.
With my fragile mortal fingers,
A shadow of you I create.
Caught in my own world,
Of spoken & unspoken, dreams, thoughts…
Lost in my imagination,
Forgetting I made it up all…
I- a curated collection,
Of misplace pasts, possible…
I wish my name to be engraved …
Not in stone but in the hearts of men,
The souls of those creatures that I know
And those that will soon come to be.
I wish my name to be remembered,
Not with fear but with love.
By those that do not know me,
And those who know who I was.
I wish my name to be spoken.
Not in shouts but whispers…
By those who abandon their names,
And look for another mirror.
My name cannot be spoken,
Nor write, babbled or remembered.
My name is empty and forbidden,
My name is yours, but you have forgotten.
The modern man has access to previously unimaginable amounts of information, but we cannot say he is well informed. The modern man has access to a vast amount of knowledge; however, we cannot say that he is wise. …
Aeons I searched for my Beloved,
In the solitude of Siani.
Centuries I called the names,
Oceans my eyes wept…
When my voice left me,
My hands and feet too heavy,
I stopped summoning the old God.
I put on a cloth of darkness,
Wondered aimless in eternal night.
The smell of burned sugar slipped through the house. My mouth started watering. In a trance, I would see myself opening the kitchen door. My face hit by the delicious heat inside. Bowls, floor, and cracked eggs spread through the buffet. In a corner, under the pale yellowish light, my…
Only the masochists follow their heart,
For even a kiss can tear it apart.
A late kiss in the middle of the night,
Followed by an absent tomorrow,
A long kiss from your sweetheart,
But not to you, it was meant for another one.
A kiss offered without love,
A blizzard inside your soul.
The absence of a kiss,
After a long walk.
A kiss on the forehead,
It melts your heart.
A last kiss…
It’s hidden in your pocket,
the silver key to the mirror world
What are your fingers hunger for?
A gentle touch or passionate love…
Maybe, you want something different,
I can hear a stronger roar.
You want no lust, but a scent deeper,
You wish to belong…
A stone to…
Why do we engage in this crazy, mad, ancient ritual known as dating? Obviously: we want to meet someone, is fun, is cool, we haven’t got sex in a long time (…), we feel adventurous, we feel is time … and the list can go to infinity and beyond.