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
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

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

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


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.
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!