Saturday, October 10, 2015

My first Haiku

Here in bright sunny California
Lo behold these thundering menacing  advancing clouds
Alas none have any tears

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Just 7 questions?

What am I doing?
There's rap shit in my ears.
Darn Black on my lips.
Cuppa with two extra shots; just to my liking.

Why am I writing?
Just to kill the pain.
Maybe to focus, something I need to regain.
Krav Maga that's the way I am fighting.

What am I really?
Looks like I am am just a show-off.
Flaunting my car, my moves, my laugh.
Don't remember when I last showed humility.

What do I need?
Everything!!! Really that is never an option.
The right answer; a long vacation.
Away from the negativity, from all my greed.

Why can't I sleep?
Now that's a real problem to address.
No more dreams, wow what a mess.
Faces from the past and present look in for a peep.

Why am I angry?
I got no big time issues.
Frustration, jealousy, sadness; don't need any tissues.
Mostly because I am always hungry.

Why am I stopping now?
A poem a day keeps my doctor away.
Any more will call for a shrink I can't afford to pay.
That's all I have for now; gotta go grab some chow.

Monday, April 13, 2015


There is a fire inside,
I fan it more.
I can't put it out I tried,
Used every last bit of energy left in store.
Leaves my brain feeling so fried,
Every muscle aching and sore.
Told everyone it's ok but I lied,
My moral fiber, it tore.
Joking with friends seeing the funny side,
But every moment feels like forever more.
Trying to run but I can't seem to hide,
The fire has it's way; I am no more.

Thursday, April 02, 2015


Where is your freaking concentration?

What is wrong with you?

Why can't you let go?

Why is this goin south?

Why don't you get a life?

Why don't  you aim for something realistic?

Why are you so lost?

Where are you headed?

Saturday, March 21, 2015


Why do we keep doing that to ourselves. Create dependencies that we cannot sustain or fall prey to addictions that will take us to our graves.

Sensible as we are why is it that we are so needy too. Why don't we realize when something is too good to be true; then that's exactly what it is. No point pining or yearning for what is but a fleeting moment or a chance encounter.

Fleeting; temporary that's the keyword here. Why are these temporary moments the ones which create the most permanent of feelings. Well the sands of time shift and leave as little choice to us than they have on which side of the hourglass to stay in.