the name of the game

still valid! she wonders- loudly

satisfaction; Gosh, he never knew it;

love is no more here mate;

tears on the desert roads;

screaming your fears away;

she hugs his arm; tenderly..

she bleeds under the nasty trees;

failing apart as madness subsides;

can you still feel hear heart beats;

around the corner, she collapses;

her world turns lonely at dawn;

so sad, so mad, so glad, tell me how?

sovereignty, narcissism looms;

be by my side blond..calling your name,

wonna live the same game again;

leave her, it is the name of the game..

you will never gain again.

well, after all;

sometimes, it gets so wrong.



..she is not there!

Brain putrefied; wake up to the blues;

on the run from his saddest feelings..

lost a sincere soul foundation for a nil harmony;

biological victims wanders within..

creeping pains silenced his lungs…

speechless disorder craving for mercy..

day after day and year after year..

he is still alone on the dance floor; thoughtless.

the boiled frog’s dreams looms; suffering in a rotten swamp..

grieves dipped you there,

he knows it; the end is never gonna be shinny;

rock stars expires on the stage; mid party..

prudent express discussion,

your cottage has collapsed with the marriage kiss;

enjoy an ugly, bloody relationship,

profound decision taken; leave.

just leave, you crave for a sanctuary.

now, now there is no second chance to withdrawal;

she is there no more.

enjoy the music alone; again- will you ever?.





is your approach;

feel it as you knee;

magical evening..

she is dancing; bare footed.

time, laid on desert sand;

leave now; take me along.

place, feel the passion,

new born girl smiles at you

smell her skin, pure innocence,

unlike a black rotten youth,

yes, never be sorry..

clumsy, as arose.


Black and White; a clear portrait.

Good and Evil; a win-win situation.

Mum and Dad; an obsolete divorce.

Birth and Death; deepest griefs.

Love and Hatred; a jazzy life.

Heart and Mind; ridiculously inherited.

Body and Soul; a rotten truth.

You and I; a never-ending fantasy.

Me and Myself; an eternal lore that never thrilled.

Atrocious status..

Be in the know Kate that Alfonso is fed up of the way you approach him. He is suffering and just too shy to express the way he feels when you hostilely talk to him. It has been ages since you touched him tenderly; he craves for it. As a long-time partner, you are supposed to be super gentle to your soulmate. Now, the status is still tolerable. However, this caused lots of issues with his job causing a solemn confusion with his management. Deep down he wanted to stand and reject your sarcastic way of taking.

The accountant’s wife is not happy as well. Once she gets a divorce, there will be others to follow. Then, you will have to handle an atrocious status alone. Someone will be hit hart, most probably with a mallet in the face; still forget most of late marriage nights and destroyed pleasures. Eventually sent to poverty and misery again; maintaining same status it all started ages ago.


now that it is all over;

sun shines; not as sweet..

over Jupiter, another cracked relationship;

come on over dear,

be brave; it is past mid night..

not so misty; is it your soul Blondie?

lift her up, curves held;

tight, till another sunshine,

once freed; surrender to the wind..

wander bare footed, wrapped with white fur;

basement is yours..all of it,

never ever think of breaking free..

lower levels are dedicated..

nice, muddy, overwhelmed with poverty..

cry it out loud, working hard; just like a…

morning jazz will never pick up troubled dreams;

no more standing at door step;

enjoy chimney’s dark stinky smoke..

penetrating tiny blocked lungs..

soul strives for a memory..

of a simple thing;

saxophones play favorite classics;

demons inhale misty thoughts…



simple things; fear.

A true illustration of a fake individual who never existed even though his wife gave birth to a pretty girl. She was not blond but still charming at her fifties with three kids that was raised in complete poverty and a need for the simplest things of an average person.

Dad, can I walk you through the garden as I used to do before that bloody accident? Sure dear…since mum left, life has turned into a bitter sweet nightmare. However, she spent a happy few last years with Alfonso; a childhood dream love.

Let’s get breakfast first. It will not be helpful to start a new day so empty. Miss mum’s omelet with mushroom and pepper. Now, sharing the bad and good news is such a pleasant adventure. Leaving the morning filled with sadness wishing for a new Dawn. New fantasy that will be never disclosed before dooms day.

A strong desire for leaving the good old Alzheimer with the sunset in a windy summer night. Drive the wheelchair darling…mum would never have done so. Regrets looks for not helping with all very tiny simply stuff. Should father continue hating himself wondering how did it all go wrong? A simple thing for now; face the ever-lingered fears forcefully. Baby: tolerate, enjoy such a simple overwhelmed fear.

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“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” 
Marilyn Monroe