The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Compliments of...

The orange flame of the forest, is a tree.
And a reference, to my best friends,
Who are stout of heart, and of spirit free.
They jumped off a bridge today, tethered to a rope.
And swung out over a meandering river.
They are bananas, my friends.
Yet to my lost soul, they are a glorious ray of hope.


Cellulose, lignin, keratin, sporopollenin,
Cytosine, guanine, adenine and thymine,
Uracil and all kinds of porphyrins.

Words, food, water and love,
The true fourteen children of the sea.
Are for their own sake, justified by their own existence.

Rewarded with reason, we must investigate,
The reason behind our own existence.
Is not life a miracle enough to warrant its own sustenance?

Who decides the cost of money?
Who will question the curious?
Who, pray, will answer our prayers?

Tuesday, February 11, 2014


Misery is addictive, like alcohol,
A byproduct of life-giving grain
It deludes and clarifies in equal measure
It is the water in both cloud and rain.

Misery feeds many rivers
Many civilizations it maintains
'Tis the cloud that exhausts itself
To usher in the rainbows of gaiety.

Self awareness is a white elephant
Misery puts it to work
When questions plague the sober mind
The answers are not found, but decided.

Every breath is a step closer to death
Every memory swallowed by time
But not all the misery of the universe
Can negate the truth of eternal life.