1.
I look at you like,
"What do we have here?"
You look like you know me.
But how?
I don't remember.
I must've been stuck
since forever, since nowhere.
That's how I feel.
Now where do we go,
now that I'm here?

2.
They say just keep going,
put one foot in front of the next.
What about those we left behind?
What have I left behind?
Another glittery town,
another image forgotten.
Except we don't forget.
We don't ever forget.
Now I'm here. It's quiet.

3.
I've never lived in the real world.
Never for a second,
not a lifetime.
You got me wrong,
but your spirit is strong,
so I buckled under your demands
but resisted at my own peril.
It's the reason I do things half way,
I can't finish if I'm afraid
of a heart that's long lost.
But it's here now,
what do you know?

Gigdy, gigdy, time is running out.
Do you want to pick a number
or just letting it spin you around?
I don't know when you came in
but finally you're front of the line.
What? Didn't have time to think?
Oh, well, guy, you're doing it right.
Haha, so many a soul came all glammed up
thinking it's a ball not just a gamble.
I see you're missing shoes & tie & a smoke,
but luck is on your side. (whisper) So am I. (wink)
Now what's gonna be? A speech!
Oooh, let's see, there're two of you
still standing, the rest are asleep.
But get on right ahead,
I'm paid on the hour. (yawn)
(wakes up) Wha?! ... you still here?
Alright, enough is enough. NEXT!
And no buts.

I live life as someone
who just want to get it done.
No pleasure but seeking pain.
What are the other options?
I should've done everything thrice.
Only it's all in my head.
Maybe see it from your eyes next?
Will I be prettier, more apt?
There, I've found the thing
I've been searching for.
I am & I'm not & that's all.
It's good to be drunk.

The only kind I deserve.
The only softness I accept.
I killed a chick once
by ignorance & neglect.
I cried till daybreak
holding its limp body
thinking it's the end of the world.
I'm a chicken mom now
with minimal responsibility.
Just the kind I like
while they still remember me.
But I know they would peck me to death
if they sense I'm a threat.
That's what I like
about my chicken friends.

I don't want to know your name.
I don't want you to come inside.
I don't want to see you twice
unless there's business to be done.
I don't want to meet your friends,
or know your ideals, your dreams
you better keep with your change.
I don't care when it becomes personal.
Because I hate crying.
It's true.
I remember doing it every night
with every little story.
Now I know it's all a trick.
So I skip the parts that I know
that will see me hurt.
So, believe me when I say,
I hate crying for you.
It's not fair, man.
I have to cry to forget.

(RIP, Golden Girl.)

I entertain my demons in private parties.
They show up for tea & stay for the feast.
I wonder if ever there's a time they do not exist.
But I guess at some point I needed them to live.

They pick the bones, sing little songs & merry all around.
I wonder if I should ask them to stay until dawn.
They jeer & snicker & point out all my facade.
Then I'm alone again wondering what I did wrong. 

1.

The artist's responsibility
is following life wherever it may lead.
And to create life outta that humanity
without judging anything.

2.

Never had a morning like this before,
sunbeams gently warm,
illuminating the sanctity of this polarizing world
then lick, sweeten & heal the wound.

Birds belting out the sweet perfume.
They know nothing but the truth of earth.
Give me a moment to reap the reward.
It's moment like this I was waiting for.

3.

Sometimes, it's better not to pluck a chord
and let the silence do the work...