Blossoms

Appearances 
In a rich bouquet
Orchids in bloom

Flight

Chemise of iron
For sake of appearances
Fragile butterfly

Icebergs

Walking icebergs
Loving more than shown
Less than we can

Dust

By the fire
All seems so blurry
In dusting winds

Covers

A book’s covers
Just a thin layer
So is the book

Blossoms

Judged by impressions
The cherry blossoms heaven
In garden corners

Roses

Roses that seem
As roses that are
Beyond roses

Estrangement

The day feels longer
And late after midnight’s call
More estranged you seem

Appearance

A warm heart
Shielded by ice
Appearance

Lost in Translation

Lost in translation
One lingers on words
Apparent meanings

Effort

To remove the mud
Covering a small diamond
One has first to try

Unexpectedness

A raven landing
On a solid rock
Freshly wet feathers

Whom

Whom would you love?
The man of many faces
Or hundred verses

Misact

After rain the sun
Forgot of its appearance
On the daily show

It’s Funny...

It’s funny to see faces
Turning back from one’s scars,
And not few the cases
They carry deeper mars;

It’s funny to see people
Carrying scars like you,
Needing some compassion
But coming not from you;

It’s funny to be good
But never good enough,
To be misunderstood
For trying steal a laugh;

It’s funny to be ignored
For points trying to make,
Trying not to be bored
For convention’s sake;

It’s funny our nature
Running from what’s there,
Searching for adventure
And in the end not care…

Nobody

Nobody cares
Of the mask you wear
Nobody sees

Intentions

Noble intentions
Get lost in appearances
Like smoke between clouds

Mirrors

The lake a mirror
When one gazes its depth
The bottom’s revealed

Theater

Two marionettes
Taking a warmless dinner
Long-dusted screenplay

Pretences

Words can be weapons
In the depth of cyberspace
Masks with hidden names