Fingers
A man who never distinguished between dolls and a sold one.
A woman showed me why a sold one is called a whore-
then pointed a finger at me. Why would she call someone like me?
That's why people buy and light firecrackers
by their own hand.
Desire is a bubble Read more from here...
Residual Code – Chu Chu
Why not just serve static HTML pages,
like a woman gives birth?
All the JavaScript, PHP, Linux processes humming in the background
would compile them-store and serve the raw result.
Is the human body-or any biological one-like that?
Consciousness: active and sharp; Read more from here...
The Universe is a Rehab
Why was I sent here in the first place?
I never signed up for this.
Now they're playing God with my life-
crooning self-praising anthems like twisted prayers,
bowing to their own reflections.
Later, they'll surely ask if I'd return to the rehab. Read more from here...
Money Drives the World
Money drives the world-not me.
Pain twists in my pity; my prayers hold no weight,
yet the world grips power with its evil eye.
Heads-I lose.
Tails-I lose.
Even when the coin spins upright, Read more from here...
The Problem
The problem isn't when I'll die-
it's when I'll truly live.
I've never had a girlfriend,
never had the time, never had the money;
sometimes a hooker turned me down,
sometimes my family flat-out forbade it. Read more from here...
Disconnection and Introspection
When two lines rhyme, the reader begins to look within-
guided by awareness, the weight of psychology,
and the meaning drawn from the wonder of philosophy.
My consciousness doesn’t interfere; it observes.
And in that act, I remain original. I have character. Read more from here...