And in this labyrinthThe hallways, they echoed and groanedCreatures that lurk in the darkThey keep watching, watching me drownWhy are they talking to me?What does it mean, who should I be?I think I’m paranoidMy hands are too shaky to holdI try real hard but I can't forgetThe evil that I see has taken over me  

Let's take a ride, little one, you think. Get in the car. We need to get out with our reflections rippling across the terrain, the vistas of the musing mind today. Today it's time to think.  As those thoughts have lived inside you for a lifetime, making your life less lonely, learning the landscape, living it along your highway to inevitable dissolubility. You knew a lot of people. You had few friends. For pure closeness...

Crossings   and remembering a school of fish, calm and lazy, and of wanting their serenity so bad I ALMOST jumped overboard, remembering that everything was as it should have been, … as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes blowing ‘cross the highway   and panic as a deer leaps in front of me, Kamikaze reflex check, stupid doe… and how graceful is her sprinting running to safety as indeed she should ha...

I pulled the last olive off the swizzle stick with my teeth and ate it before finishing off my drink. Looking up at the clock it, showed 4:20. It was in the AM, not the afternoon. It had been a long day. “I couldn't even begin to count the number of people at the wake,” I thought. Flipping on the TV, I found there wasn't much at this time in the morning, just talking heads, Infomercials, a rebroadcast of a Flyers vs Pengu...

Did you see me on the bus, At the first stop four run north? I saw you. Did you see us being sworn in, Standing ten rows back? I saw you. Did you see the late night crying, Empty beds in the morning? I saw you. Did you see me puke,  On the 20 mile force run? I saw you. Did you see me leaving the plane, Tan Son Nhut  Air  Base? I saw you. Did you see me standing listening, As the black body bags came by? I saw you. Did you...

Each moment we spend together Always means so much Reality showing that shared time Loving affection and heartfelt communication Are a most precious gift.   But what about when things fall apart When actions don’t match words And long silences grow obvious Those involved feel alone And so unwanted.   When questions are asked And insecurities grow If no answers are found Or the other is uninterested in talking It is most d...

We walk the path of life, With death waiting at the finish line. The beginning and end are the same, What matters is the middle. Tis the path of the middle men…   What if life and death made transactions, And we were nothing more than the middle men. Our plans, our dreams, our future, Doesn’t really matter once the transaction expires.   Like the famous expression, #YOLO. You Only Live Once. So I wonder, is there really l...

For her.. Its already been one hell of a year Filled with lost friendships and finances Broken promises And a family that just don’t care. For her… She sits alone by the phone Waiting for an important call It will forever change her life As it holds the key to her future. For her… She flicks through photos Remembering all the friends she’s made The moments of sadness and tears Mixed with silliness and pure joy. For them.....

THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESSI saw her face, a crowded place.I have reached the point in my life where I have to start my journey. Time to stop ‘trying to’ live life and live it for once. With my vision blurred and a problematic iris, I found myself in the middle of my mid-life crisis and realised I had been living life the wrong way. I was on a wrong journey, one that was asymmetric with destiny. So, I broke out of my shell....

In my lazy left hand, I grip the dregs of mercy. I can not see her. I can not call or write her. Oh god, she does not even know the sound of my quivering voice. Yet I have spoken her name twenty times a day for five years.Who among you knows how truly silent the written word can be?  Who hears those prayers, when it is only a name spoken in reverence. Spoken to the empty... In my weary right, I hold a hidden rhythm. Somet...

Tonight,  I vow by the spirals God wove into my fingertips,That if  I am not poet perfect. I shall never write these words again. "I love you, Basil. "I stood in the eclipse of a rainbow. I cried two even tears that the sun had killed the storm clouds. I lost something I want back. I lost the memory of the first time I glimpsed you. My love,  I lost it twice. How callous God can be to someone so careless. My flesh has bec...

Some work is far too real. The grand stuff of usefulness. Can you imagine the right hand of God (atom.)As he wandered the fresh reality and gave it names. What kind of insight and sacred creativity does it take to say this is called sunlight? Did he create syntax, diction,  phonetics? Doesn't matter he was just useful. I have a running fantasy a delusion if you want to be insulting. I want to be useful to God like that gu...

Randy Thoughts is my paperboy. He may just be the smartest person I know. You wouldn’t think that someone as smart as Randy Thoughts would be content delivering newspapers for a living. But you don’t know Randy.Like, one day several months ago. Randy and I were just laying on our backs in my front yard, looking up at the stars. Randy was chewing on a blade of grass. Since it was February, I had hypothermia.“Mr. Zee,” said...

I have forever been a dreamer, and so, I admit, I idealise love in a lot of ways.Sure, I've been hurt, although I prefer not to acknowledge the potentialities, it's almost a certainty that lies in us all. Some instances remain only as distant memories, perhaps only surfacing when songs a once-beloved was fond of grace the airwaves, stilling my heart to ache to the faint beat of nostalgia's echo. Fresher burns may linger,...

I am at a loss now and I don't understand what this world is coming to. Since when is it possible to put a dollar amount on a person’s life? My heart is breaking for the families who lost loves ones in the recent tragedies and the people that witness them. However, accidents happen every day, if we seek compensation for witnessing these events. How is this going to help? Where does this end? If we come across a car accide...