Staccato Dreams

Awake to white abode,
with curved driveways
and secret gardens
and a sea of blood red roses.

Cinnamic aroma
and minty biscuits
smothered in chocolatey
darkness.

Love in hand,
to opera in London
to where Christine’s voice
infinitely soar to death.

White as snow
Lips red as blood
And a crown of black sea waves
My love’s ultimate desire.

Merry Christmas everyone! This is the happiest C…

Merry Christmas everyone!
This is the happiest Christmas for me ever!!!

Roller Coaster Ride

Only five days have passed since my last blog entry and it seems that I’m near sinking again in that quicksand of writer’s block. Hah, got to flex those writing muscles again. Feeling a bit rusty again.
But, no, I won’t be writing of anything worthy of the Palanca award today, hahaha. Instead, [...]