My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Peculiar night dream

  A peculiar dream It was a night dream, Same as in a peculiar day, All were brushed out and stormed Here in my heart of gold and stone. The openings to another world, Just like in Narnia and Stargate, I permit myself to rest and think About this reality and its eternity. It was… Continue reading Peculiar night dream

My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Critical Friday

Well, some Fridays are just like that . . .  just critical. A Friday just dying into the critical, Drowning myself into the ethanol . . . Caught in the physical, Calling and hurdling in the cynical. Wash and wish, i seek i seek i seek I swore i swore i swore. Then again i… Continue reading Critical Friday

My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

An homage to a mystic

I would like to introduce you to the one who made mysticism my obsessive eternal quest. Nostradamus is renown for his prophecies, but frankly speaking I have never understood any of it. Everything about his predictions seems all so nebulous, that is what I have tried to incur in the words I have written here. If… Continue reading An homage to a mystic

My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Foggy was the night…

I tried to copy the style of the writer, Edgar Allan Poe here. To me, his style of putting heart aches and love affairs into a magnificent gory and gothic melancholic way has always made me a great admirer of his writings.   Foggy was the night when i met him, Torned in the flesh,… Continue reading Foggy was the night…


I always return

When in doubts, i often take a look at my poetries and i regain confidence to come back again. It is outsanding how i miss writing on my WordPress blog. All the love that i feel around here is so soothing and cool. You all know around here, i dissappear for a while, but then… Continue reading I always return


I cringe and wait

Yesterday I fell on an artist named odd nerdrum, whom paintings struck me with such an intense nostalgia that I felt that today I should write something on one of his so sad paintings. I tried to convey through words on today's prompt cringe my own perception of one of his paintings, where a woman waits patiently… Continue reading I cringe and wait

Love, My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Uncorked bottle

Nevermind . . . just a silly metaphor for today's prompt. My love was kept in a bottle for such a long time It rattled and shaken and sparkled Fearsome little imprisoned twinkle fire work Trembling with rage Wanting to be set free But like a bird in a cageling refusing to sing out of… Continue reading Uncorked bottle