It comes, without a warning,
though it tells you it’s coming,

It takes you without a warning,
even though you know it’s coming,

Wash away the feeling, for it does exist,
Take away the feeling, for it may resist,

You may think that being washed away,
is the worst thing that could happen,

Let me tell you my unwashed self,
that something even worse could happen,

You could simply never be washed away,
yet you may long for that demise too,

For you may have already met your fate,
as being buried already is a demise too.

“Z buried below. Washed away good too?”

On BrightKite, Flickr, TwitPic.com/BesZ and Twitter.com/BesZ

What is out there,
I want it to be,
I am over here.
This and that is me,

Am I over there,
and dreaming about this?
Or am I over here,
and dreaming about the red bliss?

I am over here,
This and that is me,

Life aura in both,
death wearing these clothes,
I can see who you are,
And I am aiming for you.

Let I live, and let I be,
Death is yummy, let awesomeness be!
I am over here,
This and that is me.

“Zain’s Daily Life Be This” On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr.

Here, I am,
falling like a fallen page,
Where, I am,
thinking inside this modern cage,

This, is my,
world of dreams and real fantasy.
This, is how,
my world is full of reality.

But, I don’t see,
how I can think of me,
when I am here,
asking my shadow “what do I feel?”

The world is too bright,
tone it a bit down for me to see,
the world is so dark,
paint it up for me to feel.

So take my breath,
take it and help it help me heal,
and paint the world,
in my blood so I can finally see.

“Pain the world in my blood.” 3rd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:12am. On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr

Things Bes belongs to. Shoes. Jeans. Pants. Shoe laces. Green. Brown. Dark. Blue. Shades. Cold. More. Yes.

This me, all of it,
what is me? what you see.
I am the shoes. And shoelaces too.
That is me. In the shoe spree.

The blue is mine. I am blue.
Dark green and grey shades too.
Brown is there? Come in too.
I am all, and I am you!

The jeans is nice, and yummy too.
Yes it tastes like bunny goo.
It mixes to make me feel yay!
Blue jeans like this take the heart away!

All of it, mixes to make me so!
I am these, I am more also!
I am it all, it defines me!
It is me, it refines me!

So take the shoe, and shoelaces too,
and take the jeans, and the colors too,
take the floor, and the shades too,
take me with you, for I am them too!

- By Bes Zain. At the train station. Waiting for the train.

Is this life? Maybe it is.
What is my life? The meaning I miss.
All these thoughts. Those may be it.
All those thoughts. These maybe it.

Time to realize? I do not know.
What to realize? I really want to know.
Blame me for everything. I think I know.
Do not care about me. Even my shadow knows.

Why am I thinking. What to think about me?
Why am I realizing. Anything to wonder about me?
Is this thinking? A process to be free?
Or is it realizing, a process to be me?

Realize in the night. Thoughts are everything?
Thoughts are finishing me off. Thoughts are the only thing?
Do I need thoughts? Then, am I still alive?
Are thoughts a way to finish off thoughts to know I’m still alive?

During the day, always a listening robot.
During the night, always an ignored trot.
During the day, hiding and waiting for it to finalize.
For the night, to start to think. To start to realize.

“Realization.” 2nd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:11am.

Thoughts. They just start.
Where. Where do I start.
Sit. Sit and think.
Think. Think about the thoughts.

Why is that. Is that even there.
Why did she. Is she even here.
Why am I. Am I even here.
Why does it. Is it even there.

Relax. Just close your eyes.
Think. The thoughts in your eyes.
Senses. Think without senses.
Try. Jump the thought fences.

Think. Think of it all.
Balance. Try to balance your fall.
Why. Try to find sense in it all.
Think. Think of it all.

“Thoughts.” 1st in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:15am.