There

There, there, there

You’re over there

not here, right there

I’m always over there

not just right here

but over there

in the darkness of the abyss

in the light of the rising sun

always over there

not just right here

in you and in me

the infinite reality

the concepts of time

in the precepts of serenity

the silence howls

like the screaming of a thousand whores.

There, there, there

You’re always over there

a specific place,

a specific time

and a specific space

outside and inside

at the same time

bending forwards and backwards

threading through the sooty air,

the clear blue water,

the ephemeral fire,

the golden-brown earth.

There, there, there

You’re always over there

not here, right there.

It’s always the right time.

Right there.

Lines

How do you draw a line?

Is it just a vertical, horizontal or slanting streak of ink?

How do you draw a line,

straight, forward or backward?

Or is it just a figment of the corners of my mind?

Something abstract concocted by the eyes and the brain.

A black blotch of the gray matter.

Effaced and bounded by the human psyche.

Put up as walls to encapsulate parts into a whole.

It can be dotted, straight, circular,

going round and round infinitely.

Nothing even stopping it.

Drawn closely and interwoven it forms

a shape, a face empty and desolate.

Increase the filling and add more lines,

it makes a distinct appearance

on the blue glaze of the smooth face of a mirror.

Forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards.

Locking time within its surface,

throwing a lasso line into a fragmented memory.

Slowly tracing its sinewy blithe figure,

the line rears in the shattered pieces.

Piece by piece from different realities.

How do you draw a line?

Semblance of Reality

The idyllic view of the moonlit Bay of Manila

shatters the endless droning of nerves in the brain.

The distilled image, upside-down

turned right-side up by the refraction of light.

The world is upside down

Could you believe it?

It makes no sense at all

with its seeming contradictions.

Death in order to live.

Love in order to hate.

A God that gave love in order to create and yet destroy

within the same breath.

The penumbra of darkness that envelopes the light.

The endless plight of despair

in its highest form…love.

The exquisite brain damage that dulls the senses.

Heightens the sensualities of a disembodied

ego like a dead man waking.

The seethe of turmoil that wrinkles the face.

The endless shimmy of thoughts creates a new step, a new move.

the danceless mind lacks an imagination.

A breath of reality gives forth an empty well

of mindless chemical concoctions—

the touch of a woman, the caress on the lips.

The Bay area dims.

The darkness covered with eyelids

brings back the reality of the world.

The Space Odyssey

The luminescent night sky

fills the lustrous stars shining brightly.

The air molecules spin around aimlessly.

Gravity twisted and bent.

The body floats like a sunken ship

beneath the dark blue sea.

The mind wanders into the depths of the unknown.

Floating, flying, dreaming and dancing an endless waltz.

The mind thinks and the body jerks.

It feels an endless and wondrous kiss.

It breathes life into a dark space.

The clock’s hands fall off and moments pass

in an instant with one whim.

Space bends into four dimensions.

Unwinding each thread and breadth of life.

An image freezes of an old man in his death bed,

with a young woman making love under an eternal sunshine.

A child dreams under a fountain of joy.

Time bends…moves forward and backward with each itch of memory.

Each fleeting moment encapsulated with the mind’s eye.

The heavy blackness fills the night sky

and weighs heavily on the lightness of being.