Plain Deck


An eye for an eye
or a bridge for a bridge.
Will you let the water under
or flow over like sin?
I prefer humanity
we are all kin.
Come full circle…
living in the aroma
of good karma
is the heart-state
in which we all win.


She’s a living
amongst us
mere mortals.
Her every smile
opens portals
that’ll leave you
curiously stuck inside
the paranormal.


My mind wanders
from atoms
to distinct galaxies,
or predatory hunts
as the apex shark
deep down the oceans
to walking on top of
shallow seas.
My imagination
was always far beyond
just being open…
shapeshifting the fabric
of reality.


She said she never
split her heart before
for somebody else.
I told her about
the tectonic plates
that came before
and how today’s
world came about.
Lost in a gaze
she still had doubts.
Finally one day
loves earthquake
paved her a way…
she finally figured it out.


Blinded by lights,
highlight social media
and screens full of hysteria.
Consumerism consuming
away at unguarded souls
taking a grand toll
with shallow promises
of it’s yours, it’s sold!
There is no one left
to tell the truth no more.
Inner visions are blurry
envisioning a hurry
to materialistic flurries
that might make one feel
their life is finally worthy.
Worthy…of the unworthy.


She had an eagle eye
for all his lethal lies.
Backwards he’d glide
as the hummingbird
without knowing…
she had already planned
for his coming demise.


An elusive
architect of the mind…
may I pay hate no mind.
Spirituality elevated
by metaphysical pillars
is the poetry I design.
Every single thought
is well-tailored,
plus catered,
a connoisseur
for mankind.


We surf on
intellectual waves
and vibrate
the same frequency.
Cerebral foreplay
keeps us high as tsunamis
yet we never drown
as our geometric bond
takes shape of origami.


She truly knows herself
like a resilient
lotus flower
fully conscious
of the sun’s power
and how to thrive
in times of no shine
during every dark hour.


There is a
nebula in my iris
as I paint pictures
inside both of my eyelids.
I sleep with one eye open,
a hybrid between
a dolphin and a pirate.
One stays open
to let the blue skies in.
The other stays closed
to explore galaxies within.


Love is the
steep waterfall
that runs up
the wonder valleys
of one’s heart
to one’s mind.
Electric currents,
rippling feelings
beyond the mind’s seal
one’s steer conscious
cannot forever conceal.


Knowing the world
could never save her,
she found security
in words of meaning
to slay her demons.
Building herself castles
with sharpened swords,
she’s that rare blue rose
with a thousand thorns.


It’s midnight,
I’m staring at the full moon.
My ink spills…in tune.
Inhale…my words of perfume
as I bloom and resume
in setting off fumes.
On a creative thrill
I bring metamorphosis
to all my cocoons.
I rain down abundance
open up the floodgates
for my poetic monsoons.


Spiritual individual.
Evolving my third-eye
is a continual ritual
to elevate the visual.
Seeing right through you
is habitually instinctual.
Separating friend from foe,
I strictly value the residual.


We always push to the edge
adventuring out into the abyss.
The chemistry is swift.
Witness moving mountains
the way our auras come together
and spill over like mist.
Mythical love…
inscribed in hieroglyphs.
This love story is exactly
what we were one told
could never exist.


Quill spills poetry.
Paint words, touch souls gracefully.
Pull strings – poet’s dream.

– Haiku


Samurai with
poetic confessions.
My sword slices
into your cerebral
and leaves behind
an emotional presence.
Your mind’s shield
begins to fold
as I start to mold
into all five of your senses.
I simply assassinate…
with poetic blessings.


You cannot change
the true core of a person.
Some cores are magnetic,
others are repellent.
Be vigilant of those
carrying venom
disguised as honey.
A snake can shed it’s skin
all life long…
yet it will still be a snake.


She’s beautiful,
beautifully fine.
Her intellectual mind
has a beautiful design.
The type of book where
you read between the lines.
Cut past every grapevine
her love keeps me aligned
somewhere between her,
my desires and time.


SPADE: Every poetic card is an Ace of Spades in the Deck.
Highest value in combination with 1 of the 3 below.

DIAMOND: poetic cards represent lyrical prose and wordplay based poems.

CLOVER: poetic cards represent life inspiration and wisdom based poems.

HEART: poetic cards represent romance based poems.

*You will find 1 of the 3 in the bottom right corner in VISUAL DECK.

This new design implementation is for all poems after this LEGEND.


Verbal assassin…
I load words as the bullets
and use this mind as a weapon.
Never do I require a suppression.
I let it sing loud and clear
penetrating the oppression.
Call me the Word-Smith & Wesson
shooting out poetic confessions.


Her red dress waving in the wind
she got me loyal to a fault.
My lighthouse beacon – my vault.

Her waving flag sways me in.
My lost compass – found her magnet.
An endless sea is what I manage.
I get lost…wherever she begins.


Fragile minds
hidden beneath
the body’s physical design
shall forever remain
like a glass of wine.


Never ever
lose yourself
in the midst
of chasing
someone else.
They may only be
but you are yourself
you are forever.

Rolling Stone

Rolling stone alone
as I begin to roam
I can feel my own
inner-self emerging.
Inside her sacred dome
lies my geometric zone
I find myself submerging.
Bypassing the laws
of her guarded heart…
like a city’s
well known surgeon.


Most people maneuver
around the world covered
with self-painted colors.
It’s far more beautiful & rich
to roam with an empty canvas
and let the world be your artist.


Diamonds inside my veins
the fire rushes forever.
Like a bird flying in the rain
I soar through the downfalls
of life’s uncanny weather.
Plant seeds inside my pain
let them blossom out…
growth is the endeavor.
Diamonds inside my veins
resilient under pressure.


I show her
how to live
I have never been
afraid of life.
She shows me
how to give
she has always been
the angel type.
Magnetic puzzles
we move so swift
bound by the
chains of life.


Sharpen your mind
with the same intent
a superior blacksmith would sharpen
the mighty sword for his beloved King
in the dark midst of the greatest war.


Feel some strange love
pumping from the heart
pushing through my veins
as I drift away from being sane.
Somehow she figured out
my bloodstreams the only route
she ever really needed
to reach inside my brain.


From soil to seed
to plants that feed
the farmer is vital
as the air we breathe.
Their hands bleed
to harness our needs
the farmer is soul-food
the farmer is key.
Provider for our lives
unsung hero out of sight
the farmer is vital
as the air we breathe.


World full of prices
yet you are so priceless.
Like everything else
that fades away
on this earth
money cannot capture
your life’s essence…
your endangered worth.


Learning about herself
through me
she wonders how
I design my keys.
Removing every veil
she starts to become
afraid and pale
for every single
undiscovered place
I might reach.


Become the sharpest
double-edged sword.
Be known as
the greatest friend
one can ever have
yet also the most
dangerous enemy
one would never want.


She is the
holster to my pistol
sheath for my sword
fire around my ice
ink inside my words.
As Bonnie & Clyde
we are forever tied
from life to death
it’s just her and I.


We all have a core
just like the Earth
to which we are
magnetically prone too.
This core defines us
just like a trees root
while our branches grow
million types of different
leaves and fruits.


Turn my words into pictures…
pictures into birds.
Flying above your scriptures
either I am just gifted or cursed.
I sway your mind…
planting poetic seeds
for your soul to reap
with every single verse.


An angel comfortable
with the darkness.
Her plot twist
leaves my mind
on a sharp drift.
My crime is searching
for a sign so divine
where time may ever let
these two souls align.


Beyond the physical elegance
of classy suits, watches and boots,
a gentleman in the truest sense
is embodied only through character
traceable by the sprout of one’s roots.


How can the
sky be the limit
when we have footprints
on the moon?
Even outer space
cannot limit
a mind which is in tune.


She moves as if
the ocean in swift motion.
She moves as if
the world does not see her.
She moves as if
society cannot teach her.
She moves as if
the ground is not beneath her.
She moves, she moves…
spreading her contagious ether.


Society tends to
paint all rebels
in a negative light.
Yet the rebel mind
has been responsible
for all great changes
both good and bad.


What a contradictory world
we all live in.
People strongly judge
those who are too different
yet undervalue those too similar.
Moral of the story is
always be yourself
it is the only thing
you’ll ever truly own.


I turn her
into poetry
only if her love
and vibrancy
deserves to be set
in words of stone.


Self isolation
has our world upside down
and us looking within.
Capitalism is on pause
nature is healing at our cost
and humanity is seeking harmony
in all the ways it has lost.


There are no regrets
in this world.
Every mistake
is a hidden lesson
another undiscovered
ocean pearl.


Why don’t you come
and tell me…
what is going on inside
that beautiful mind?
Let me come visit
and cut through
all of those grapevines.


Diamond hearted
and minded.
Cannot be easily broken
nor founded.
Replenish continously
as a fountain.


She’s the type
that can touch
a flower
and leave it filled
with immortality.


Don’t blindly
just follow trends
and lose your very edges
in a world full of pretend.
Everytime you do
your character blends
as it starts to become
more and more shallow
…a hollow den.


She plays the keys
the same way she plays
the chords of life.
Elegance in her flow
her aura is dipped inside
musical notes…
cutting sharp as knife.
The Queen of Harmony
life with her is an endless
piece of music.


Visionary wolf…
alpha state of mind.
Never phased by sheep
they are of an inferior design.
Witness my jaws
grip onto the world’s neck
just so I can feel
my thoughts come alive.
Create the path which I seek
I was never made for the hives.


Forever addicted
to all that is creation.
I am a creator
creative creations
from the midst of thin air…
as if I am a magician
capable of fooling magic
or bringing hope to despair.


Scenic conversations.
Who would’ve guessed
that a dance between
two synchronized voices
could become so raw
and adventurous.
Tapping into many
undiscovered places
the chemistry of our minds
can build up an oasis.


Forget about your zodiac signs…
my wordplay represents
the right hemisphere.
Word perfectionist
come observe at this…
and you will find no blemish here.
My thoughts enter the matrix
ink in blood is my drug fix
touching minds is contagious
I let it spill in many stages
and watch as poetry appears.


So many are focused
on chasing the latest
designer brands…
forgetting to ever truly
design themselves
from the inside out.


She roams
around the world
so timeless…
as everything about her
makes the time disappear.


Between the moment
I enter deep thoughts
that start to come alive
and every final word I inscribe
the world truly feels
gripped inside…
the palm of my hands.


The city never sleeps
as the matrix
runs far too deep.
From the lone wolves
to the flooded sheep
and everything else
that fits right in between;
it’s the beautiful and damned scene.


She is so damn wild.
Flower through concrete.
Lucid dreams without sleep.
Dopamine rushes yet she’s so clean.
Lives freely outside the world’s seams.
Never will she bend for any man’s keep.
She ascends, never pretends, she’s soul-deep.


A logical heart
will never experience
the richness
the sharpness
the deepness
the beat miss
experienced by
a wild heart.


Fill your life’s vase
with the ingredients
of your soul & self.
The emptier the vase
the more it’ll attract
unwanted people to manipulate
the strings of your life.
Good things in life
require no extra space
they become a part of you.


The charm radiates deep
as the oceans depth.
Every move I make
inhales her breath.
Slowly casting away
all of her fears from
life’s inescapable death.


An elusive Phantom
to all the hatred
I am touchless
for the basic.
They cannot fathom
the greatness
so they scavenge
and shape-shift.
The difference
in our souls is
only one’s mask-less.


Her heart – my curvy island.
Her thoughts – the dark flood.
I’m steady staying ashore
cause ain’t no life jacket
that’ll float in bad blood.


Explore all those
hidden and forbidden
islands within you.
Become your true self
and the world will have
no other choice
but to know the real you.


I seek the type of
where the only sign
is never enough time.


You cannot impress
the entire world…
as it was never
made to be won.

LIGHT (Haiku)

The dark sky anchors
yet the ship of light can’t drown.
It rights every left.



Remain malleable;
always keep fire
in the chamber
to consistently
mold & evolve
your manual.