wishful thinking

one day i’ll be up so high
first to see the sun up in sky
over valleys, indian ocean
will see the earth in motion

one day i’ll be in so deep
on the edge of earth, taking a leap
a school of fish alongside
showing me the way as my guide

one day i’ll walk on land
no prejudice, just hand in hand
no race, religion, discrimination
and another bucket list after the occasion

the cracked mirror

the cracked mirror on the wall
staring back into the soul
watching life go by
can’t stand it

can’t stand the failures playing
in front of my eyes
can’t bear to rewind my being
and witness the lies

lies i told myself
to avoid facing my own gaze
uncover the bookshelf
of betrayal and not faze

i’m tired of it
watching life play by
hoping my mind would quit
asking why me, why?

genius

ordinary person with
extraordinary talent

or extraordinary person
with ordinary?

maybe just
ordinary with ordinary.

it’s just the world
stupid, cowardly world

deeming anything worthy
of applaud. deserved or otherwise

our insecurities
lazy, uninspired lives

makes easy to label
spectacular

what otherwise is
easy. if tried

he speaks 3 languages
hey, you can too

no. i can’t. only
a genius can

mediocrity is the new
exceptional

the learned are the new
foolish

wit

something to hold on to
in this nefarious world
wit or humor; just one?

yes. wit
oh. the stupidity this rock
incurs

for every tangent thought
the way every soul
whimpers

the bubbling rage
hate
no reason

peculiar cries
unwarranted
all season

no

humor, then
oh. the death
destruction

heh. killing virus
with such
affection

so it works then
dark
it may be

why would anyone then
choose
brains over glee

rickman

sometimes it’s difficult

to process loss

people you never see

yet feel so close

as a caterpillar

through the looking glass

a better gruber

been anyone has

hitchhiking the galaxy

marvin at the ‘verse

expressing with those eyes

for all to immerse

metatron would be honored

for he was justified

the boy who lived

had never a better guide

a half blood prince

worth highest praise

after all these years

…always

illusion of life

gloom struck morning
cold. harsh, biting
i’m invisible to you

deep, hollow sorrow
might last even tomorrow
you want it to go

empty street
none to greet
you don’t know what to do

just look up at the sky
dark clouds passing by
do you see me now?

there i am
to make you feel better
behind every cloud

now you see me.
you looked sad before
now you don’t