"Time"


Time's passing me by
and I wonder, where does it all go?
Does it stay alive
in some other part of the world?
Or does it slowly die
like me?


"Articles of Grudges"

It's really not that kind
when you're trying to
forget.
How good it is to see
you.
In that colmatosed state.


"Artforms"

Falling, forever more,
the rhythmic strings blooded
with age
as the sounding harmonics
of sympathy
drown me from within

© Quas 2004