I am the proud author of Monolith: Birth of the Outsider and an Aerospace Engineering graduate. I make art and poems and working on my novel series.
Pitter Patter. Footsteps. Pain shatters, Tossed into the depths. Freezing cold. Not cold, but breezy. A new world unfolds. Nice and easy. As the fresh scent Of grass and dirt Fills the air. So too the crescent. So too the stars that’re birth. The nature of malice Slides off the mind. Purify the chalice In … More Beauty of Rain
Sparks fly up, Boom. Shards of Venus rain. I look in your eyes and see the moon. Soon pressed in my heart, a purple stain. I put the ring on you, Waterfalls behind a dam. You say… ‘I love you’, With love left only to cram. I know it’s your time. Yet you worry of … More Plastic Memories
Thorns of heavy, which pinch my skin. Gold, silver and gems, taken along with sin. Adorn this burden. Burden which wears the soul thin. I wanted this long ago, On adventures with myself and co. Bearing this shame. Heavy as is. Cannot turn Left, right or down. Only up, where the stars burn. One last … More Hero’s Remorse
Misery loves company, But does she love me. Boon lives solitude, Does he hate me? The thought alone, Makes my heartbeat. I cannot bear, So I swiftly fleet. She hides and runs. But soon I’ll grasp. I must find a way out. Before I give in and ask. You run as I chase. I’ll free … More Duality of Love
Worn with lies, That comes from the summit. Worn with lies, Of wings with no limit. Worn with lies, That I have never admitted. Worn with running, From the ravenous gaze. Worn with running, Through this endless maze. Worn with running, With lungs filled with haze. But now here. Nowhere. Not worn. Unborn. Free at … More Running from Life
Split is my mind, Like a hive. Unable to listen out To survive. Fool who laughs, Dances & mocks. Inept of choice And eyes the jocks. Sage of wisdom, the biggest host. Hoards and hides, When it matters most. But beyond it, Is the Blank. Mix of many, obedient to none. Steals the nectar, which … More Split
Raised small and mute. Taped shut, act cute. Little one pierced with daggers. Told to slow and help the laggers. Don’t cry! Don’t lie! Arms crossed and eyes locked! Listen and Obey! Or be shocked! Stockholm and Milgram! I wish I was a Pilgrim. Free of this nest of vipers And the scope of the … More Don’t
Long ago six feet over, There lived a man of clover. Not three nor four. Just one. And odd like the fate that shone. One leaf that held his hope. One leaf that left him a rope. Lived in peace, but not for long. Held his tongue, but not for long. Said one word. No … More Legacy of Hope
This bird’s feathers of light, Flashy red, blue and white. All who admire, Snap, leer, desire. None know the price of her feather. Nor what she endeavours. Heartless eyes that only prey, Seek comfort with this bird that day. One, two and more. Come next morn. Pill in hand, for the unborn. Before the mirror, … More Tragic Beauty
My dear old mule, Old with no fuel. Weary hoofs and simple mind, Slow yet long the path behind. You’ve come back, When I sold you for a stack. Stag I gave for a mare. Fast, yet it does not care. It sent me flying, No thoughts of riding. Yet you are here. Not my … More Vassal
Art of Cimeries 