Who Is This Beautiful Woman?

Out of the blue,
she is talking about love
which is for freedom
which is not to own.

All of a sudden,
I am thinking about love
which is for being owned
out of free will.

Just like that,
she revealed my love
which was hiding
in a dark corner
of my lustrous mind.

What did I do?
Like a petty thief
who got caught red-handed,
I am embarrassed.
Like a dirty old pervert
who blindly exposed his things,
I feel shameful.

What did she see in me?
Who is she?
Won’t matter.
She is a beautiful woman
who deserves to be loved
who needs to own me freely.

In this way,
love comes out of nowhere.

When I Die

Deaths are rampant these days
All around the world
I see my own death
It’s a huge black bear
Watching me roaming behind a humungous tree
I see no way out
Just waiting for the bear to devour me
Yeah! Death is so near but
The bear looks so cute

I am curious
How will a guy like me
Who’s been moping around
For his whole life
Die?
What kind of death is being prepared for him?
What kind of dying mode is appropriate for me

When I die
Will I be in severe pain or
Will I die peacefully while sleeping?
Will I be the same guy as now or
Will I become a different or better guy?
Will I have a time to review my life?
Well, I have plenty of time to look back on my
Now…

What would be the last person in my mind
When I die?
I hope it would be a woman
Or since I will be so obsessed with dying
There will be no place for any person
Any dog any cat?

My death would be a shadow of my life
Sounds like a beautiful expression but
Is it proper?

A Life

A pooch
sleeps all night and
sleeps all day

The owner
posts a shabby poem on his blog and
scribbles meaningless replies to
even more meaningless other’s blog posts and
downloads a couple of free scrappy movies and
takes a beautiful nap and
watches some banal TV shows and
falls deep in free internet pornos and
sleeps all night,

While ants
occupy the kitchen and
are delivering left-over foods
to their home
passionately.

The dog
left this world and
so did the hard-working ants too
probably.

Life!

Don’t You See?

Everybody is working hard.
I got very little to do.
I got ample time to gaze at the stars.
Once in a blue moon,
I just watch other people toil.
I got paid more denarii than most of others.
I’ve living this way for quite a time.
Don’t you see?
See what?
Why are you paid more with little work?
I’m just a lucky guy.
Oh, yeah, lucky!
Well, there’s no free lunch.
Really?
Who are you anyway?
I’m Angel Raphael.
Ah! Why should I believe you whoever you are?
‘Cause it’s good for you.
You’re truly a lucky guy.
I’m probably a lucky loser.
If you believe in luck, you are not a loser.
You must be truly an Angel.
See? Now you can see!
I envy you.
Angel envies human?
I envy YOU, not human.
I am a lucky guy.
Now, you get it!