
Illustration & Poetry




Nostalgia
Waiting for the summer to be over
It’s not that I’m thinking of ya
More like
I was in another world with ya
Catching flashes
Of another era
The peaceful serenity
Underneath hysteria
Who was destined
To unlock their power
And who was destined
To start over
The reeds and flowers
Climb up higher
The sun and sky
Filter through the slow desire
I was a child
Tora eimai Yunaika
Pink and blue washes through
The push gets heavier
The stain is painful
And the waiting gets deeper
And you wonder
Where will it take her
The ideal faith
The perfect trust
And their awkward shadows
Making a theatre
In aspiration
Of themselves forever
You and me
Could be shadows together
Or join at the Logos
I don’t mind either way
It’s better.



The poet would laugh truly
At that brown haired girl
In pursuit of nothing
Of love
On a carousel
Her refusal
To understand the world
The poet
Has no fear
Of losing description
To cut away the pericarp
To the core
The basic
Absolute
But the girl
Makes splendid circles
Around candid poets
Making pleasure
Of her own debacles
Not once, but twice
Or four or more
Hell
She’d rather clap the shell
Than take the pearl
Meanwhile
The poet laughs hysterically
And then pauses
In doubt
As she slips away
Then laughs again
As she swings around
Forever
Eternally



Spherical atmos There was nothing truly there to take
Periferia Because you were not ‘That’
Winding down And you never will
The lines of dreams. Be it still
Decelerated impact If only your skin and mind could fill
Cushioning you The mold that you wanted
Keeping you intact Maybe
And safe You could become a god one day.
In fact.
But until that day
Whatever it is you choose to make You meet ‘death’
You must know Let’s say,
That it is made from the absence The killer keeps coming
Of knives To shake you
That haven’t angered you yet Wake you
Flames And take you to the edge
You haven’t felt yet Of your mighty kingdom.
And arrows
That haven’t surprised you yet. He’ll sit with you quietly
What empire you build On the great wall
What worth are you? Where you will look out together
Even a damned and broken palace Into ambience
Is still a palace Into chaos
It’s true. To it all
Where no story exists
You made yourself into so much No cushion resists
You carefully arranged this and that No dream persists
And such And your tears
But the one who you are not Have no more gravity
Has taken it away Actually
And they keep on taking it
All away. They just
Fly
Except Upwards.




Now I can see And Golden Gods
How one could take Or the complexes
Two times to fall through the crack Of sex
The first time was a jolt And sexes
The second time I got stuck Unable to forget
Was just out of luck Another spiritual quote
The sun passed Profundity profanity
Behind a cloud Saturation in humanity
And the passers passed Spiritually political
Their shadow shrouded Panic
And blacked out It’s making me sick
The small opening If I watch
Where I peeped from the ground Another video
I can see now Of things I should want
How And things I don’t want
An entire person Capital masturbate
Could be forgotten Self promotion
As easily Addiction
As a cigarette down-trodden To self gratification
You see To which we all
This generation Participate
Scares me the most Confused cats
You know why? Dependent dogs
Because I’m no better How to fix your doorknob
Even I How to get a real job
Could never get her I think
I would surely I will disappear
Have to pay a professional to reach her Forever
If I type Find a hole
Another goddamn letter And sit quietly
And see another Turn off the sun
Picture And wait
Of my frozen friends And wait
And wait
And wait
And that’s all.



Let the obsession unfold
Into stories untold
I'll take my place among the lost ones
And bow down to the warrior
My respected nemesis
My unexpected saviour
In his arms
I can fall apart freely
The fight no longer a fight
But a cradle of affection
A synergy between lovers
Giving birth to unborn pain
Leave us be
To the unchained world
My defeat is my victory
My hysteria is my sense
I join you, my dark one.


What a mess
What a beautiful failure
You couldn’t get that body
To sit still
You couldn’t get that heart
To contain the blood
Only spew it out
And around
Messily
Was it tears or sweat?
Or both?
While he thought about his life
While she thought about her success
What a mess
What a lovely disappointment
You simply wouldn’t
Be able
To find enough clarity
To make a scene
In the ‘Industry’
You simply didn’t
Understand
How to hunt
And play
And kill
Your friends can see what you never will
And leave you when they’ve had their fill
No one likes
A man
Who stands
In his own way
Or a girl who needs a father still
Or a guy who’d rather take a pill
Or a dog who eats until he’s ill
It’s beautiful
That
Despite the trembling anger
The body remains
In the same place
As before
And comes a sigh
To greet the passing of a storm
No more
Just more
More and more
To build that imaginary wall
Stronger
Higher
Visible to all.