The Order of Things


The Order of Things


Pieces, scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream,

let it grow into something

and become part of things,

of a life we desire-

Discontentment like fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burns the paths we created

and we let it all consume-

And we drift, and we drift

because everything we hated

we created in the past,

and we break into pieces

all scattered…

Its so hard to let it go

knowing how it doesn’t matter

to remember anymore,

and we forge ever so slow

a new path laden with hope

and new things we come to love,

or at least what we desire

without knowing how we built

what later breaks-

But we cope and we cope

day by day,

and we wait, and we wait

for discontentment like a fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burning paths we created,

leaving pieces all scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream-


September 2018

“Whenever a river reaches the ocean, it waits to go back.”

― Will Advise

“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”

― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry A

A King’s Crown


A King’s Crown


A hint of desperation, bittersweet regrets

came to play in the icy glass of Crown,

sipping time slowly my thoughts drown

in the dizzying spell of liquid moments.

Will I be like this when life forgets

how my heart beats so strong?

Turning the glass, I let the ice sweat

across the surface,

alone with these rhymes

the bittersweet liquor takes too long

to numb these thoughts circling my mind

 like hungry vultures-

I contemplate life, emotions resurface

in the amber color of the liquor

touching my lips… another,

to drive demons away

and this hint of desolation

that came to play in a glass of Crown-


September 2018

“Here’s to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.”

― Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six





The calm waves caressing my skin,

restless my soul deep beneath

roars engulfing my will to become-

One moment my life to begin,

another within dreams to be gone.

And I bathe in the warm of the water

drowning answers to questions I had,

letting go with the calm of the waves

while my soul rages on in the storm-


September 9, 2018

“There is peace even in the storm”

― Vincent van Gogh