On Molecular Level

I made this using Apophysis and Photoshop, inspired by Car Sagan

Dream Banana

dream banana (c) savgargin 08

Right Behind You

Lest run- then rest (c) savgargin 08

… I’m Blue

Blue Friendship (c) savgargin 08

Bardo Thodol around 2:40 min.

 organic suffering (c) savgargin 08

Can man condense the universe consciousness?

” Stride towards nothingness” (c) daffodil 2008

I wonder.

Ma

Ma…
.
Without your glass of water
Who would replenish
My midnight thirst?
.
Before dawn who will,
Who will stir my Chocolate
With milk, warm breakfast
.
Before I go to school?
Who will iron
Washed and dried
Beaten wrinkles of
.
My uniform,
And that of my ancestor?
.
Ma, I’ve grown up.
Alone, lonely
.
Without you
How rough sorrow
How sweet the pain
Wilted weaknessess
.
I have within.
Life is lonely, Ma
Love for strangers
Is as Distant
.
As the wall of a nutshell
That keeps on expanding
A space that keeps on frustrating
The animal kind’s thinking.
.
Ma, I’ve yet another story
Another story to tell yah…
.
end
sav 11-17-07

A Promise Is Kept When It’s…

                                               (C) Daffodil ‘07 collection

A Promise Is Kept When It’s…
.
It’s when sunrise exchange
Embraces with sunset.
.
It’s when the pacific ocean
Rest ashore – lie asleep.
.
It’s also when -
.
Grandpa came home
DEFEATED
.
His tired eyelids rest-upon
The love he has for mothers.
.
A love
Fortified against the wind
Against the uprising of
Death’s overgarment.
.
A love
He’ll give for the truth of
One.
.
His hands, clasp together
A message that will last
Forever.
.
It’s been twelve years, now
And I still cry why
.
Why can’t I believe
That the brightest star
Echoes everlasting wisdom?
.
.
Is it really true? That
“To leave a spring flower-
Is for the gold and the better.’?

.

Is it true
That to live a life with
Thoughts like these
Is better?

.
end

Affection vs. Fatal Reaction

                                                                                                                                                          “Eufemia Ponders” Daffodil (C) 2007

“Affection vs. Fatal Reaction” 

It was 3 a.m I remember
Sitting on the floor cross legs tied hope
Until 6 a.m cramps started to crawl
And I begun to wonder about afternoon
Trash cans in classrooms. Did you call?
.
No. My voicemail yelled, ‘zero’
Mottled heart – fizzled phone.
Umbrageous – a soliloquy clamored
Unknown caller I.D.’s one after another, I
Exhaled- feeling like a cragfast epithelium.
.
10 years went by after a single  sigh
Sailed depthless  seas. Caught by surprise
How patience swanned my bigotry
Would you really? No, you won’t. Yes
Maybe you’ll phone me one day.
.
I never learned how to win this game
In my ears desire echoes, your smile
Whispers, ‘You love it- you love me’.
.
All you know is that you hate me unsex
Days you feel neutered. You’re weirded out why
Belly touching your skin end-less poignant.
.

Pensive- these quaint memories kicked off
Like fireworks disney’s winter wonder
Land’s wild dreams will never see.
.
6 a.m my mind winded a sulking male puzzle
I sat with cramps crawling outside -in- to you.
Brainsick- I slept with aphrodisia disgruntled.

Daughter

.                                                    ‘Distance’ (C) Daffodil ‘-07

I was there when you cried                                                    
Writing your first baby ‘e’
Broke the heart of our family.
.
I was there when you ask
‘How did pebbles get mixed
In the milled rice’
.
I was there when you wonder
Why the moon walk with us, yonder
I was there in December
.
When the crash boom bang
Of New Year sadly presages
The distance we have to bear
.
Daughter, my hands are crippled
Devoted in counting the days when
Destiny bring us back together, again.

Fall

 

‘Fall’ (C) Daffodil 10-07 

.
Creatures are turning blue
Evergreens rejoices with hue
.
Blackened branches–
Birds denounces.
.
Earth sends my love to you
.
Fall- I rest in the flowerbed
Of your spirit– so kindred
.
Fall– I love you.

Mundane Died

I quit shakin’ my head
Almost rejected disbelief, but–
It’s about time to give up, and
Leave pathetic work -a – day.
It’s about time for
Mundane to die.
.
It’s the weekend, dammit.

Personal Winter

 ”No I don’t”
No– I don’t lie to you at all.
(that’s what he told me, before he left)

How many times
Have you heard
That — ‘ignorance is bliss’?
.
I remember, it was in September
I ran, as if, tomorrow will never come
I ran towards you, after the stewards
.
They say, you were not on the jetplane
I expected. That you stood me up.
At Meadows field, were all the lilies
Dying, in despair, hoping that you are for real.
.
If– you did not show up, that day when
The dying flowers are hopeless to see
The magic that you will bring in my life
.
I wonder if you expect me to see
The beauty of your  life, the madness
In your smile, the love that catches
Every inch of my fall. The waking moment
.
Every September, that which stands
As my personal winter.
I wonder if — the rain will fall
From solar eclipses or when the moon rises.
.
I wonder if you have loved me at all.
I wonder if you will be there if I fall –
Just know that I will love you
Forever more.

Picture taken & modified by: Daffodil

Daunted

Daunted by Monday’s hour
I walk across Zalud Park
Mound to mound, I reckon
Tomorrow’s angry by minutes end.
.
Found a few swings made
One for toddlers, kids and adults
Like me. I whisper sigh–
.
What a wonderful day, said I
And so I sat, jumpstart, swings a couple
Shadows follow behind.
.
Swinging back and forth
I swing high, swim– deep sands
Bury the shadow that seems to daunt
Tomorrow’s unpredictability.

“Haunted by Scarlet Wheels”

Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired
luggages– scarlet wheels
I know when you step in
Step out of my life –
Is when the wheels scream –
scratches the ground
Begging, pleading for you
To choose Home, home where
someone’s waiting– restless at night
plague with screams and scratches
Of the luggages you drag around.