The Aged Man

As I humbly sealed this ice-cold glassy window,
I went back to my motionless armchair below,
Drinking the milk reading the paper's first page,
The radio was on whilst a bird sang in its cage.

Warmth began its expedition from the fireplace,
Glimpsed at that empty chair no being to replace,
The cat woke up as the logs crackled and popped,
She walked in front of me then abruptly stopped.

I held my rigid arms to hold her big fat tummy,
Decided to join me as I got her favourite dummy,
Paused for a second since here I embraced my wife,
Went along into a lovely world living a new life.

Wednesday, 07th of October 2009


False Banners

Persons intoxicated by delusional letters,
Inscribed into the smoke of burnt ashes,
Hallucinations of the so-wanted future,
Drawing vastly near exposing its flaws.

The house's base crumbles unconsciously,
Whilst mighty entities shift another gear,
Soaring over already-built firm mountains,
Guiding the delirious to colourful mirages.

Kind hearts buried under torrid volcanoes,
Drowning as they use worthwhile symbols,
Illuminating into the smoke of burnt ashes,
Creating antidotes curing drunken masters.

Tuesday, 01st of December 2009