Smiles—the same on anyone
Anywhere in the world
*Are we that different, afterall?

Warm summer twilights
bathing the rusty french windows
in gentle amber dye
from somewhere not so distant
a *** brews the stew
suffusing bittersweet familiarity
in every corner
mother just came back
tired yet refreshed
from outsmarting luck all day long
in the bed I lay like a log
disgruntled from several unturned slumbers,
though thoroughly pleased
everybody else was a mess outside
a commotion of playful shouting
unmeant scolding, light laughters
the affairs of the day drowned
by the sweet chorus of the mayas
evening news blares from the television,
stoic narration of the day's misfortunes
and the usual grub
neighbors fill in their houses
with their retiring presence
together, we all await
the vessel of darkness docking
in our own roofs,
blessing us with the grace of the stars,
the breeze of the unknown
under the eyes of the moon
for another day has concluded
quite wonderfully

I need some time with me, not to refuse the love of company
Just to know that I'm all by myself
But never quite alone

HEAVEN:HELL

Neither beneath your soiled feet
nor above your purified eyes

:they dwell like dark and light
in your mind
:like closed fists and white flags
in a duel
:like fire and ice at the
end of the world

you live in between
two individualties on your burdened shoulders
there is an Atlas in you
though a galaxy's worth more
for he only has the world on him
and you have life and death that weeps at your call
heaven and hell buried in your
subterranean will
that makes you most human