I watch my shadow from noon to dusk,
Ever growing in size and lust,
Making me taller than a redwood tree
And stretching the limit of what I can be.

Until the fading sun falls all the way down
And I am beyond the starry lights of town.
In darkness, lost and one with the nothingness
I am left to mourn my colossal, black hubris.

I kick a stone as I walk home alone,
Struggling to forget the hope I was shown,
And accept that I am an ego confined by flesh,
A spirit trapped, and a man depressed. Continue reading “Shadows”



Grey file cabinets line beige-green walls,
Stretching from the speckled grey ceiling
To the off-white (grey), tiled floor.

I sit on a plastic grey chair,
That is the antithesis of comfort,
And makes me lean on its grey armrests
To ease the pain in my aching grey bones
That radiates from my office chakra:
The seat of rational, unnatural man.

Atop my uniform grey and lifeless desk—
Complete with not enough leg room,
Uncomfortably sharp metal edges,
And squeaking draws whose screech
Is only slightly less wretched
Than that of my graying soul—
Is the only source of color in this monotone hell:
A mass produced, green leaflet entitled,
“Mental Health in the Workplace”.

I read the dark grey letters
Who tell me that spring has arrived,
Bringing green life and happiness;
Who tell me all the “typical” symptoms,
Attempting to objectively diagnose me
Without knowing a single thing about me;
Who suggest solution after generic solution
That others like me have found of use
Without first knowing what I am like.

I let the green paper fall into the flat sea of grey
Feeling even more pallid and defeated,
And look out the window upon the spring day
Where the radiantly smiling sun shines down
Upon the joyously budding life of the mountain side
Which is filled with newly green leaves
That are greener than any damn leaflet.

Sorry it’s been a while. Thank you for reading.

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

To those who fight the monsters That lurk beneath the bed. Who feign the fear of what they hear In dark, they dare to tread. They brave the creaking floorboards, the attics full of bats. Descend th…

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In Need of Maintenance

For months I stood there
Teetering upon the precipice;
It being clear what I should do
Yet all I would or could choose
Was to merely waste away in fear.

For years I stood like an oak
My roots digging deeper and deeper
Into fertile soil with fright,
Seeking in childish desperation
To cling to my ledge and fight the erosion
Crumbling the world around me,
And threatening to dethrone me
From my carefully constructed perch. Continue reading “In Need of Maintenance”


Now! Hold tight and fast!
Don’t let the moment escape
Like smoke in the wind. Continue reading “Elusive”

Terrestrial Toil: Haiku Challenge (Lark & Rush)

Rush hour gridlock
Weighs down depressed businessmen
Watching free larks fly. Continue reading “Terrestrial Toil: Haiku Challenge (Lark & Rush)”


Forget what you give.
Let go the Ego with alms.
To others, give all.

Cherish what may come.
Do not waste Selfless Giving.
Remember their love.

Goodness is two fold.
Mind your motive in doing.
For whom do you Act?

Haiku Cycle

Around Life’s circular flow
Our journey repeats


From Past’s point-of-view,

The future is your present,

And never mundane.

My Lego Block Treasure Box

When I was but a tiny tot,
Alone in my room
With just my thoughts
I’d pick a pleasant spacious spot
To pop a squat and play all day
With my many Lego blocks. 

From my building block treasure box
I’d pull puzzle-pieces of my thoughts
And attach them with imagination
Laying the foundations
Of my fantastical creations.
Continue reading “My Lego Block Treasure Box”