It’s not like I never saw humanity—
but I only saw it coming from me.
The world tries so hard to fit in,
they don’t even remember who they are.

I was just myself,
and they called me weird.
But I don’t know what’s more weird—
that they’re acting without a camera,
or is it just me who can't see the camera.

The red blood
on white sand
next to Mediterranean blue

Bullets and rockets in the air
Butterflies on the ground

And all confusion for sound

Death is shadow thin
more so than just a whim

Disco guns , boom boom boom
Fingers pointing at air

so deeply written in despair

You hold your breath
for twenty four hours

You hear the gurgle of death
the stench in air

red blood
on white sand
next to Mediterranean  blue

In the darkness
I am there
My hand is on your shoulder
In the darkness
I am there
I am standing behind you

In the darkness
I am there
I am holding your hand

In the darkness
I am there
When you can’t see
I am your eyes
When you can’t walk
I am your legs

In the darkness
I am there
When you can’t go on
I will help you
When you can’t stand
I will for you

In the darkness
I am there
When you cry
I will wipe your tears
When you laugh
I will laugh with you

In the darkness
I am there
I have always been there

In twilight's hush where verses bloom,
A meadow stirs beneath the moon.
Books unfurl like petals wide,
Ink rivers whisper where dreams reside.

We gather once each month, you see,
On Friday or Saturday, virtually.
Time zones dance, but hearts align,
In Zoom's embrace, our words entwine.

A WhatsApp grove now calls your name,
Carlo C Gomez, join the flame.
Bring your quill, your voice, your spark,
We'll write till stars dissolve the dark.

Has anyone ever thought about it?
Maybe; maybe not ...
When will such a thing happen?
Did someone imagine?
The stormy petrel had become a peerless lighthouse
tried to resuscitate the distant stars, dead diamonds
Hours inhale seconds, minutes, moments; exhale orange, metallic, lilac, emerald, carmine and cerulean memories
The antique road, the vintage vehicle disappeared ...
The dusty photos are lost
albeit that album is not empty  ...
Each morning radiates with a radiant beginning
To smell sweet scent it's refreshing
Every day gives new news
Doubtless waiting is endless  ... endless  ...endless ...endless  ...endless .........
Nothing happens out of nowhere
Do not contemn one another
Wait patiently for the future



The flowery nature welcomes the full moon, the vernal equinox
A bunch of raspberries, the daisies ,the snapdragons , the heliotropes are lookers-on
The honey bees buzz softly, the queen bee soars swiftly into the air like a slender sylph
The vibrant views brighten up and beautify the panorama
The real beauty is like a classical drama
Even so, many thingies are blurry and blunt
The pensive, inveterate poet flinched in an unspoken fear
Something hurts, pains the fragile heart

I would rather live in the shadow of us,
than live in the daylight without you.

the hardest landscape
we ever attempt to cross
is not mountains or deserts,
but the hearts of human beings
the hardest terrain
we ever step into
is not earth
but each other.