Author Archives: Kevin Samuel

Perfect nonchalance

days without number, tormenting sacrifices
gather around the fire
sit in circles with your lyre
fallen leaves plenty
honey pot empty
A red scarf tamed the bull
trapped, days without number
“I’m always going home. Always going to my father’s house”.
Sing little bird sing to the mountains.
Search for joy in the jungles.
ecstasy belongs to the one;
among them the one: who finds the sun.

The Unforgiven

Myths and legends, the nature of all tragedies.
Little did he know, a careless whisper, a hidden dream.
Dusty tears behind a wicked smile, perhaps a bit lighter, when lips collide.
Russian roulette denied a favor, not the worst of errors.
A half smoked cigar, bent sideways, severely injured like the rest of us.

A theatre of thought displayed between broken windows

A romance with the rain, wreaking vengeance out of the sun.
Hold closely each other; in darkness and in pain

A Bloody Mary spilt over cheese, the rats are drunk and dismayed.
Hold closely each other; in spite of all the horrors and fame

A fairy lost her wand in the forests, the wolves learned how to read.
Hold closely each other; in the course of lightning and thunder, write her name

A wedding gift to the seasons, sour wine and some scissors.
Hold closely each other; in the archaic temples of shame 

A new day to cheat death they said, the clouds hugged each other away; Hold closely each other.

I have not resigned to the monotony of how things fall

Desires are inflammable; the water for my soul.

Deep dives into the ocean as time freezes through the dark; the light was buried, burnt ashes marked the spot.

Your essence flows through my mind, endless echoes calling me into the labyrinth of life; to see you again, the heart whispers.

I miss you, I really do, and maybe I should;
to be with you, till the end of time.