Life is not as plain as black and white and there are no blanket truths. Nobody plays the hand life gives them with a marked deck which means that sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. More plainly put, sometimes we simply fail…. and that leaves us to walk alone. Alone and failing. Letting go gracefully is something everyone wants to do but most of the time we grasp and flail and try to find some piece of what was there; Only to realize after much useless effort that it’s already gone. Was it meant to be broken from the … Continue reading Naturaly alone…

My emotions fall like rain. It is all but impossible to let go. Your love dug too deep… Planting seeds that bloom without respite. Time is only an illusion. Our pasts, simply a prelude. This poetry a mere veneer for the passion that lies beneath. Romance is only a word that fails to define what is between us. The sun, the moon, the stars, will all die; Leaving nothing but our love. No matter what darkness brings or the love that rides the dawn…Nothing will erase our words or what they mean to you and me.   Continue reading My emotions…

I feel you. Between twilight and tomorrow. Beckoned on breezes and shrouded in moon’s light. I feel your flesh whisper to mine. I taste the salt spray upon your skin, the sweet wetness from your mouth. Your breath … warming me. I alone hold this dream hostage… I decide our fate! I want you… I need you… Penetrate my soul. Continue reading I feel you miles away…

Everyone has a place they go to when the world becomes too much for them; or at least most do. Mine is dark, like the sea, and full of stars. It isn’t quiet. It’s an endless orchestral, swirling with symphonies, conducted within the faintest whispers that are always just out of reach. But sometimes it’s a field swirled within a blindingly blue sky wherein I count my breaths by two’s.  Until upon soft imaginations blows a different sort of song.  Carried on a breeze of dust bits and tiny particles of sunshine … it’s great and beautiful …. And it’s … Continue reading Home without you…

The routine chews me with its mouth full of teeth. And I get numb myself exactly because it does not hurt. Each week I take care of something to distract myself: a new series, another book, another poem, another sketch, an old friend and never a bar or a party; waiting for the same fees, the next vacation, a debt and a bill to pay. And I turn off by smoking too much, eating just a little bit, sleeping too little, living off less and never complaining about every thing that confronts me and I do not plan, I keep … Continue reading Routine…

But after all, you see, I am not an abandoned house. I am not, in the end, haunted and vacant. My stairs creak and my windows stick and the walls groan on windy nights, but I am not haunted. In my humanity, there is beauty. I have lived, vividly. I have loved, generously. I have cured love with love, and I have been reckless, passionate, brilliant, and ebullient. I am covered in fingerprints: some hands left bruises, and others I wish would hold me forever. I have been touched and I have been transformed. I have scars, not mortal wounds. … Continue reading I am not an abandoned house…

In a day where exterior is inferior to interior. Where everyone is stepping on each others feet to climb up that latter. Who you are as an individual does not matter. In a day where most of us are blind with our eyes wide opened. Consumed by today’s ever growing technology and social media, trying to fit its criteria. In a day where we are defined not by who we are or what we know, but rather by who we know and what we own. It’s a sad state of affairs when everyone is trying to compare. In a day … Continue reading In A Day

You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve. Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width. I protected myself with the belief that there was nothing left to want. That was before I saw you – before I knew. I can almost feel your skin from here – feel the current that flows through your hands. The gravity of you is making me heavy; so yes – I am falling. … Continue reading I miss you…

You move like a river through this desert of mine. You fall like the rain upon my parched and broken ground. You rise like the moon on the blackest night. And everything glows. And deeply, and with low planetary sighs, I turn towards you. My love is like a force of nature; a rock in space around a star. This impulse is beneath and beyond anything I could ever explain. As though I were flung from the lofty heights into the warm encompassing valley of your hands. There to shudder and melt away…. Continue reading You move…