Birth

The year was 1977, when he was born.

Eighteen years, he lived for non.

He stabbed himself to dead, 

on twenty fourth of July, 1995.

Couple of days of sorrow and guilt, 

made him breath again as a human, 

on twenty sixth of July.

Now, Twenty-one longness of his existence,

The century seemed the same as before.

He is still the same as then.

Like if he traveled back and off time.

When will be the next, into the time ahead,

what lies ahead and hereafter, is a chance.

The fullness of time from the era he travelled from, 

widely in a vessel of hope, from time to time and millenniums to come, 

he have never found the perfect aeons to live.

In search, he travels decade to decade.

Of his destiny...

~Neil 

TROPICAL

Reflection by Gintaras Kasperionis

Probably the sun has hit the horizon,

That sparkling heat and calm whirling wind,

Have so much something hiding in ’em,

That energy, that passion burns my egos,

And wakes in the inner peace,

Am in a perfect sync,

With you,

And I feel tropical…

Hello

Image by Irving Penn

Hello, I said hello.

Through the microphone, i hear a voice resonate back,

A loudness,

A crunch between my toes like the bones of sparrows.

The cold numbness push on slips away as it's inside.

The heresy I believed in never could break down the back talk.

As you came like a piece of brack through, they call me a plague.

Why still it isn't hang up?

She on the other side with shotgun shells in her cheeks interviews my innocents.

i barely could follow the pulse.

the neighbour shouts, except the only abutting once.

the jumbling mess, no more i could stand up with the attitude.

saying goodbye, i disconnected.

[pause]

i burned the town and the neighbour.

the silence just before i lit them up with gasoline,

was terrifying and fearsome.

and the darkness and the ash flooded sky that came after,

was as peaceful as lying nude on the pristine beaches of Navagio.

i could feel that gush inside me,

free from the strifes and preachy clamourous disturbed people.

[sign]

hello, once again,

through the microphone, i hear a mushy voice...

Caly!

Things To Keep You Burning

[ Collage by Tyler Spangler ]

Every people i have met have given me something as their part for me. They all shared stories ,memories, happiness, sad and anxious thyself. Friendship is something that takes a moment to become a wild fire with just a single spark to burn up the gasoline in between the two, And they might stay up till you turn into ashes, or some might just need the same moment to extinguish.

They all have been wonderful, wonderful memories. And always did fantasize me.

Odd of the Wall

Transparent faces by Mojo Wang

High tides, low lights,

Staring at the cage,

That am going to spend rest, the life.

Blue ribbons and gift wrappers,

But nothing’s inside,

Box of empty rotten people.

I tried to live in between them.

All I could do, just pretend am happy.

With fake friendliness, I tried to look pleased.

I tried to look as if flying high.

And someone said “you are odd of the wall”.

I took his name in vain, may be his blood too.

I might have.

Am too expensive as am extravagant you can’t afford me!

I better be, me and my darker self,

Like a shade, an obscurity, a shadow.

Am on drugs, help me.

Like a nightmare they haunt me.

But still I have close my eyes to overcome the fear

In the depth of nights to pretend as if am the sleeping beau.

But whatever am an unpredictable swine.

Incomplete and Everything

People & portrait photography by Laura Visigalli

The pages are empty.

The story is incomplete.

I have my own

And yet to be written

I feel nude

And tempted to be with you

Or may be

Am being optimistic

To be able to

Enjoy your beauty

In the most darkest

Sense of fret self.

Am unknown to many

But you know my

Deepest tactions

And so are you... For me.

Everything would be written again

In black and white

Without an empty page.

And It Ends

[Artwork by Sharon Rusch Shaver- Goodbye]

We have been too close for too long

The only difference between us was the heartbeats.

That led us split in two ways.

 The chemistry which I felt was strong enough.

But then I realized we were in two different journeys in two different directions that were all about end.