Homosapien Zoo

Crossroads
Crossfire
Of endless empty desire
Hiding away in polite replies
Ignorant insecurities behind starving eyes
Bubbly chats
& colorful lies
lost souls
Randomly bumping
Eagerly jumping
Switching ropes
& cutting ties
Perfecting swinging goodbyes

LIMBO

If this is not wanted
Then I don’t want to be haunted
With a lingering possibility of a tomorrow that may never come
With this throw of gambling dice, I am done
This forsaken value left to none
Essence of time spent in trance
waking up to a lost chance
Leave me to ponder
what validates our existence
living an ambivalence that shreds
Emptiness to place tears we shed
the walking dead
rejuvenate the puppet we inhibit
popping pain killers to perfect our exhibit
Our center is so hallow
We are becoming densely shallow
That even dreaming we dread
just grains of sand slipping through an hour glass
we are not able to take a stance

bitter sweet

Every time I ache
but I walk the extra mile
to show how strong I can be
another price that it's worth staying for
not being the one that closes the door
and openness is the biggest risk to take
for strength as such to simply break
but being giving doesn't justify being neglected
nor taking chances on faith just to get rejected
hearing two different clocks ticking on a common wall
will bound to make one of them fall
time is heavy to be carried alone on one side
the one that moves further & get stuck in thought
waiting for the other letting go of battles fought
on a marit still not claimed
what if it's safer if play it like a game
a collectable in conquer museum
the ego was too big to surrender
being the lethal poison...the taste warm & tender

Those colorful bubbles

Flowing around
I’m here to show you how
You are here just for now
And by now I’m only bound
Your sweetness is hard to let go
& I’m too weak just to say no
& waste the chance of not having you
But I only need a ticket for one show
Where is your understanding for simple “me”?
My honesty is as good as can be
Why isn’t it enough for you to just accept
That I have no interest to sustain or correct
My plan is just to keep you near
For as long as you can fight your fear
That tomorrow may never come
& we are just here today
Why can’t you just be grateful that I ask you to stay?
Love is just simple like me
A token for the taking
No need for heart breaking
promises or vows
why do everything needs to make sense
even perfect bubbles burst at the end
and exlovers can be friends
dramas are uncivil
the unspoken is trivial
Can’t you just be satisfied with simple pleasures?
Must you stash the now as if they are treasures?
You waste your time & it’s sad!
Just live now & just be glad!

this me then, this is me now

this me then, this is me now
if I can only pin point how
I'd stop this rambling to pour out of my brain
the hurricane of memories that are driving me insane
I'm not who I was nor who I'd rather be
scattered in "post its" to aknowledge me
an eager busy bee
honey making slave
for flies to freely take
the best is yet to save
I'm now awake ...I'm now awake
to finally live truely me...

mind marathon

...from point of opening eyelids...to teath brushing process
aaaahhhh

the empty pilgrimage

walking miles & miles
kicking the soft grains of sand
to watch in awe the acclaimed latin/arab mix product of dance & vocal talent....among others
after long hours of waiting & sweating & suffering the ugly faces of human greed & lack of concern for their fellowship.
we stand ...we hold our breath..we prepare to be amazed....
she appears..
she pops..she drops
she moans & groans
laughs & cries
she shakes & rattle..almost roll
she pouts
she hollars
she disapears
& we clap so strongly
& we thank her humbleness
and we condolence ourselves that it was an experience
although not as enriching as we had hoped but ....
"I" in my own humble ego...know in any life time passed or future...
would have been that good.

salsa girl

Whispers in the powder room

I heard her say your name
A secret she could not tame

Stealing sideway glances
Innocent shades to hide guilty eyes

Playing scenes of sweet surprise

Have you not heard
her tapping step
wishes to dance in your unmade bed

delicious forbidden fruit
to cast away after one bite

just to prove she knows how to chew
& can a man not enjoy her view

unpainted nails
ready to scratch away

hiding traces of blood
with her light scented perfume

she whispers to me betrayal in the powder room

old new resolution

time to stop being a martyr...
a role well played never landing an oscar...
just an empty bedside & a table for one..
too many bruises ...left feeling numb...
small escapes turning into a big relief ...
a resolution of the worst kind...
being tired of being human...
this wisdom ...resolving into silence...
what is there to say that could cause change?
& what is needless to say is what is yet to be forsaken?

the worrier shall rest the sword

the beast within is taking over....

unheared notes

Thoughts unspoke of private identity

the misplaced "I" in the caos of daily nonsense

looking at the "me" through the keyhole of the world...

small things are more scary than big things....sometimes

BOOOO