Editing Overload

One day at a time when sleeplessness deprives me of a clear and functional brain, I escape from the lines of scribbles found in an unknown author's manuscript. I travel to dreamlike places and shake hands with iridescent people, mostly inscribing an illusory reminiscence of the past, and make peace with brooding and unpretentious fears of the future. The following words were laid down, acclaiming real tidbits of imagination as they find their way to reality.

Seaside Revolt (Inspired by the memories in Baybay Alliance waters)


In that starlit night
Where thoughts fall
as rapidly as sand
washed to shore
by mighty waves
Torrent of desires
Held captive by needs
Leaves me abandoned
In a memory
of drifters, clingers,
idolaters
Thrust in a vacuum
where undercurrents
exist in a time warp
Lost in the vicissitudes
of stones, sand, weeds
I caress my mind, my feet,
My luminous soul
Braving the dark
Facing the wind
Salty air on lips
Untarnished remains
of yesteryears
stumble in reverie
alone, unashamed, free.